Wren quickly lost herself in the milling crowds, winding her way towards the dessert table, which was as far from the dance floor as she could get. She slumped into a chair by a tower of cupcakes and massaged her temples, trying to regain control of her senses. She looked to the windows, where the world outside was perfectly still. A sigh unfurled from her. ‘I knew I was seeing things.’ She started to laugh at her own absurdity … And then glimpsed that face again. Wren’s amusement died, quick and strangled, in her throat. She was sure of it this time – there was a figure moving in the bushes
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