Chapter 187

Third Person's POV

Vance's fingers curled tightly around the metal frame of his wheelchair, knuckles paling from the strain. The biting cold of steel seeped into his bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread gnawing at his heart.

Was she drawing a line between them?

He wouldn't allow it.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Vance snapped, voice trembling with disbelief. "Wren, we're mat