Chapter 238

Wren's POV

My gaze was empty, unfocused, until it finally sharpened-and landed on him.

Garrick Rookwood.

Hatred surged through me like a predator breaking from its cage. I didn't bother hiding it; my lips curled in disdain.

"I don't even have enough time in this life to hate you fully," I said, my voice cold as frost over a grave.

His face drained of color, his mouth trembling. "You... hate me tha