WREN

AS I STEPPED from the car, my nerves got the better of me. Bane had asked that I come to the club. He’d sounded so strained on the phone, struggling with something I had no idea about.

“Would you like me to walk you in, Wren?” Andy asked through the rearview mirror.

“Thank you, but no.” I put my hand on the door handle, hesitating. “I never got to say thank you,

Andy.”

His brows shot up. “What for?”

“For saving me from that fire. If you hadn’t risked your life, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

He turned around in his seat to look at me. “I should...