“So,” he said at last, his tone dripping with disdain. “The prodigal son returns. Dragged back in chains, no less.” I sat up slowly, the iron cuffs rattling as I shifted. “You better not have hurt Wren.” “Threats?” he asked, stepping farther into the room. “That’s bold for someone who needs my help.” I clenched my fists, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “I am here because your men dragged me here. I didn’t need your help.”
