Chapter 300

Third Person's POV

The sharp tang of iron clung to the air. Wren's breath came ragged, her skin pale against Riker Cross's chest as he lifted her in a swift bridal carry. Her limp body looked fragile, but the stubborn spark in her eyes refused to dim.

Behind them, chaos spread across the room. Only two figures remained sprawled upon the ground-Myra and Vance-while the Ironwood pair, Ewan and Maude