Chapter 188

Wren's POV

I saw it the moment his eyes dropped to my left hand-the ring.

A simple obsidian band, snug on my middle finger. Theron's promise.

And just like that, Vance snapped.

His knuckles turned white where they clutched the arms of his wheelchair, the metal creaking beneath his fingers.

"What the hell is that ring?!" he growled. "Are you engaged?"

His voice climbed into a snarl, pure territoria