Chapter 84
- Wren’s POV
- The meeting room was a disaster zone disguised as organization. Papers were scattered like limbs on a battlefield, coffee cups rested on unusual places, bags of chips strewn everywhere,and someone had written Murder Suspect No. 1 with an arrow pointing to my chair. In short, it was a hot mess.
- “Real mature,” I said flatly. Soren snickered, it would have given him away if I didn't already know he was the one.