Chapter 91 Die Slowly (Ninety One)
- Wren leaned back on the brass garden chair and sighed softly. The cleaning task was completed, but he still had an unsolved mystery. About all the images dancing in his head while the massacre was taking place and the reason why his head hurt so much. It made Wren keep asking himself, why did this happen to him?
- “I brought you hibiscus tea.”
- “Sophia? Oh, thanks.”