Chapter 297

Wren's POV

Myra's laughter was sharp, cruel.

"You're insane," Vance muttered, his voice low with unease. "Aren't you afraid of Theron Vane's wrath? That devil won't forgive this."

"Wrath?" Myra tilted her head, smiling with venom. "I stopped caring about his vengeance the moment I took Wren Thorne. You think I care what the Thunderpeak prince does?"

Her words struck like claws dragging over bone.