Destin POV
As I wait for her response, I study her face. Since she has come to the Immortal Realm, a spray of freckles has shown up across her nose. Wren's eyes are softer than they have been in days. She is considering my offer. I inch my chair closer to her. It scoots across the floor loudly, and I catch her trying not to laugh. So, I do it again. Putting more weight on the chair so it makes a louder noise.
"Destin," she attempts to look serious. "I can't stay here."
I brush her hair from her face. "But you want to?"
She breaks my gaze and looks around the kitchen. She won't answer me now, and I won't force her to. I watch as she busies herself in the kitchen. "I am going to make some lunch."
I jump to my feet. "I will do it."
"No," she shouts. "I would like to live t
