Chapter 276

Wren's first instinct was to raise her arm, shielding herself from the blow. The sharp crack of Myra Dalton's jeweled clutch striking her forearm sent pain shooting up her bones, but she refused to cry out.

Nell surged forward, her fury palpable, only to be seized and slammed down against the table, her arm pinned cruelly beneath someone's hand.

"Stop this madness!" Nell cried, her voice trembling