You gaze at the cell you’re trapped in. It can barely be called a cell, it’s so extravagant. You know Wren’s headquarters operate deep below sea, but the vast expanse of glass looking out into the sea is nothing short of breathtaking, despite the situation.

You feel Wren’s rough fingers force you into looking him in the eyes.

“Focus, darling. Tell me, just what is your goal?”

He’d been your enemy for a long time, but you’d sooner die before you give him the information he wants.