They had three days, and Elias spent the first of them not speaking to her. Not coldly. That was what made it hard to fight. He was unfailingly gentle — he brought her coffee, he sat across from her at meals — but he had gone somewhere behind his own eyes, and Wren knew the look, because she had worn
That's the preview — keep reading:
No ads, ever — go all-access with NovelStack+ for $6.99/month.