Wren POV
Charlie has been standing outside of my new house for more than an hour. He works up the nerve to knock on the door, and then quickly walks away. Only to repeat the process several minutes later. I could put him out of his misery and open the door, but what would be the fun in that? He hasn't fought for me for months. He could have stood up to Destin, but no. He kept me in the dark, too.
The back door opens, and Sophie comes inside with a box of kitchen supplies. "What are you looking at?"
"Charlie," I say, not turning away from the window. "He is trying to work up the nerve to knock on the door."
She opens the curtains and glares out at him. "Do you want me to tell him to f**k off?"
I duck behind the curtains. I don't want him to see me. "I want to see if he
