WREN
Ash was still watching me when I closed the door behind us, that particular kind of watching that didn't let up just because I'd stopped meeting his eyes.
"Wren." His voice came out softly, like he desperately wanted to know what the problem was. "Talk to me. What happened? Did someone hurt you?"
I almost laughed at that, except nothing about tonight felt remotely close to funny. Someone hurt me. If only it were that simple; a person to point to, a wound he could actually see and bandage the way he'd let me bandage his.
"Nobody hurt me." I kept my back to him a second longer than I needed to, busying my hands with nothing in particular. "There was a death ceremony at the black market tonight."
"A death ceremony?"
"A mating ceremony, technically." I made myself turn around and sa
