Chapter 291

Wren's POV

My chest ached with every breath, each word Myra Dalton spat sinking into me like poisoned claws.

"Theron..." I whispered, my voice trembling, desperate. "Tell me-how is Theron Vane? What have you done to him?"

Myra's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes burning with madness. "How would I know-or care? A fool like him deserves death. Better gone than wasting his strength on a filthy thing