Chapter 10
Wren
The words hit him like a truck. His face immediately drained of color. For a second, he looked genuinely stunned.
Caught.
Like he couldn't believe I'd actually found out. I almost laughed. The reaction was pathetic.
"Yeah," I said coldly. "I've known."
His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
"No... no, Wren. It's not what you think."
I rolled my eyes.
Of course.
The classic response.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking panicked now.
"Did Poppy tell you?" he asked quickly.
I didn't answer.
He took my silence as permission to keep talking.
"Wren, listen to me. She'd been coming onto me for a while."
My jaw clenched.
Here we go.
"We had a few drinks at a party and—"
His voice faltered.
"And it happened."
I stared at him.
Completely speechle
