Chapter 162

Third Person's POV

The moment Theron's voice fell, the front doors of the manor burst open with a loud bang. Jonas Flint strode in, rainwater still clinging to the hem of his coat, a thick file clutched tightly in his hand.

His eyes swept urgently across the grand entry hall, scanning for Wren like a wolf who'd caught her scent.

"Where's Wren?" he demanded, his voice sharp with adrenaline.

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