Wren
Anger rumbles in my chest. Hot. Fiery.
“You just f*****g 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 and I clamp my mouth shut. A light warning from Ajax, probably asking me to tone it down until Ezra and Ray get here.
“No, go on. What would you do?” She taunts, eyes glinting.
My jaw ticks. “Release me and find out.”
Reginald barks out a laugh, and Lydia joins in. Somehow, it’s a cue for the rest of the men to add their own nervous laughters.
It only riles me up further. All the tears have stopped, in its place is rage.
I struggle against the ropes around my wrist, and when I’m not able to break fr
