Chapter 113

WREN’S POV

Time was running out. The Elder was putting away his knife, drops of his blood fell into a pool that had formed under his hand and his throat bobbed when he mumbled incoherent words. I turned my head and watched Vivica practically dragging Thalia by her hair at this point- okay not by her hair but she was peeling her daughter's hands away from her ears to make her listen.

Thalia’s eyes