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I look up. “Excuse me?”
“The man.”
My stomach twists.
“It’s nothing.”
The ground cracks beneath his bare feet.
“Wren.”
I pull my arm away.
“Don’t.”
His gaze snaps to mine.
“Don’t what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
“You do not know what I am thinking.”
“You’re standing there looking like you’re about to declare war on somebody. I can make an educated guess.”
His jaw flexes.
“Someone put his hands on you.”
“Yes.”
The word comes out sharper than I intend.
His eyes flare crimson.
“Tell me his name.”
“No.”
A long silence stretches between us.
He studies me, his expression unreadable.
“Why do you protect him?”
“I’m not protecting him.”
“Then tell me.”
“Because I don’t want to talk about him!”
My voice echoes against the chapel walls.
I take a breath and force myself to continue.
“He’s my ex-boyfriend. He’s in my past. I moved here to get away from him, and I am not interested in dragging that nightmare into my new life.”
Vidar doesn’t interrupt.
