Shadow went straight to Wren, nudging at her hands. Wren absentmindedly stroked the dog’s head, but it was as if she were on autopilot. I crouched down next to her. “Wren?” She jolted at the sound of my voice. “What are you doing here?” I glanced at Abel, whose brows were furrowed in worry. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.” “I’m fine.” The words weren’t pissed off like Wren was furious at me for suggesting that she might be human. They weren’t fragile either, like she was on the edge of breaking. It was something so much worse. They were empty. Devoid of any emotion at all.
