Chapter 200

Thalia stepped back instinctively, moving to stand protectively behind Wren.

"I don't like eggs," she said calmly, her voice flat.

Based on the past, Thalia knew Wren would usually respond gently-perhaps ask what she'd prefer to eat instead.

But Wren only said, "They're in the fridge."

A short answer. But it landed like a stone in Thalia's heart.

There was no warmth in it-only detachment. And it c