Chapter 92
- Wren’s POV
- The night air was cold, brushing softly against my skin like it meant to soothe me but didn’t quite know how. The balcony stretched out before me, overlooking the quiet courtyard below. The moon hung pale, light catching on the silver railings and the stray strands of my hair. Somewhere beyond the walls, an owl cried distant, lonely.
- I hadn’t moved since dinner.