Chapter 83. A Life for a Life

Wren POV

My legs turns to lead. Everything screams at me to turn away.

“Leave, Wren!”

Including Ezra. But do I obey the voice? Nope. I waltz my way into the room on trembling legs, and stand beside Ray.

Chin up, I speak. “What do you want with us, Reggie?”

“Get back, Wren,” Ray spits. “Torch! Come get her.”

“Don’t move.” Reggie clicks off his safety, aiming it behind me—at Torch, I presume.

Then, he turns to me with that creepy grin. “Wren. Wren. Wren. How do you spell it?…oh, right, you can’t spell.”

“I can spell, you dimwit,” I snap. “I have dyslexia, not a speech impediment.”

“Same difference, love.”

“Stop talking to him. He’s not a chat buddy,” Ezra scowls. “Why are you even here?”

“The keys. I came for the keys.”

“You should’ve called.”

“I did. Four times—”

“I don’t care about that, we don’t. We’re here to give an ultimatum,” Reggie interrupts.

Ray scoffs. “We will only he