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Chapter 63
Easton grips Wren’s shoulders, his fingers digging deeply into her flesh as he shakes her vigorously. "How could you do this to me?" When Easton still receives no response, he throws her shoulders away, he cannot allow himself to be affected and even though his mind is close to melting from the sheer indignance of it all, he still pulls himself back, half because he can feel his father's burning gaze on him and half because Wren doesn’t look apologetic at all, if she isn't affected and he is isn't she the winner, doesn't she hold the power? Easton stands up straightening himself up, but anyone that is around him enough knows that his feigned calm is just a thin veil over festering fury that threatens to burn the world around him. He nods to his men, who release Wren. Wren is quick to co
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