Wren

My legs turns to lead. Everything screams at me to turn away.

“Leave, Wren!”

Including Ezra. But do I obey the voice? Nope. I waltz my way into the room on trembling legs, and stand beside Ray.

Chin up, I speak. “What do you want with us, Reggie?”

“Get back, Wren,” Ray spits. “Torch! Come get her.”

“Don’t move.” Reggie clicks off his safety, aiming it behind me—at Torch, I presume.

Then, he turns to me with that creepy grin. “Wren. Wren. Wren. How do you ...