Wren
I spin on my heels to face him, entirely caught off guard by that information.
Then I scoff. “I honestly can’t believe you. A new protector? Donovan?”
Donovan that I don’t get along with? But that’s not even what’s got me upset.
It’s been only a week!
“What?” He sneers. “You’re going to f**k this one too?”
I stumble, jaw slacked.
Regret instantly pools on his face. “Wren, I’m —”
“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t. Don’t even.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? That comment? Or is it for beating up and humiliating your best friend? Or, for I don’t know, just granting me a new protector when I didn’t f*****g ask for one?!”
He takes a step further into the kitchen, and I hold my hand out.
“Don’t come near me, Ray. Or I swear to god, I will scream.”
His steps falter, and he sighs. “Look,
