Wren

I spin on my heels to face him, entirely caught off guard by that information.

Then I scoff. “I honestly can’t believe you. A new protector? Donovan?”

Donovan that I don’t get along with? But that’s not even what’s got me upset.

It’s been only a week!

“What?” He sneers. “You’re going to fuck this one too?”

I stumble, jaw slacked.

Regret instantly pools on his face. “Wren, I’m —”

“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t. Don’t even.”

“I’m ...