Chapter 29. Hers

Wren POV

I didn't answer her.

Not because I couldn't. Because I'd spent two years learning exactly how much silence could say, and I wanted Kenzie Hart to hear all of it.

I threw my paper towel in the bin. I picked up my bag. Then I took out my phone, typed one line and held it up beside her face, so she had to turn her head to read it.

Whatever I am, I'm not yours to ask.

Her smile slipped.

I walked past her. She didn't stop me. But as I pulled the door open, she said, very quietly, to my back:

"Not mine, maybe. But his father's going to ask. And he won't be as nice."

The door swung shut behind me.

I was halfway down the corridor before my knees started shaking.

Gold. Her eyes had gone gold. Just for a second, right at the center, the same way his did. The same way mine had on the dock.

Kenzie was one of them.

Anyone could be, Silas had said in the libr