Chapter 129

  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 an...

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