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Wren

I stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the center table.

“Tristan? W-what? How?” I stammer, hands going cold.

His neck tilts eerily, and I gulp. “You sent your boy toy to beat me up, didn’t you?”

“No!” I blurt. “I didn’t, I’d never. B-but you’re…alive?”

He spreads his arms. “Very much alive.”

“He didn’t kill you,” I whisper. “All the accusations, the hands pointing at Ezra, blaming him for your ...