Wren

Anger rumbles in my chest. Hot. Fiery.

“You just fucking cut me, Lydia!” I spit. “And for what?”

She pauses, and tilts her neck. “Watch your tone.”

“You cut me and I should watch my tone?” I scoff. “If I wasn’t tied up right now, god help me, Lydia...”

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I clamp my mouth shut. A light warning from Ajax, probably asking me to tone it down until Ezra and Ray get here.

“No, go on. What would you do?” She taunts, eyes glinting.

My ...