Chapter 162 I'm Dying, Wren

“Nothing. I assume the queen and your little prince are safe.”

"Good," he sighed with relief. He ignored the stiffness and stickiness of his hands as he ran them through his hair. He would need plenty of shampoo to wash away the dried blood clinging to it.

“What do we do next?”

"Head home. We need t...

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