"That thing over there… is not the person you'll meet soon. The woman next to me won't be the one you'll meet, either." He gritted his teeth, seeing how steady that hand remained. "You can kill me now… but thank me later in your life. Elijah Jenkins… When we see each other in a few centuries, expect a load of shitstorm coming your way."
"…you're so strange." The young Wren turned to Keagan. "How about you? Do you know my name? If not, I will kill all three of you for trespassing into the king's domain."
Keagan stared at those cold eyes she had never seen on Wren. However, she smiled. This maiden was not the Wren she met and had in her life. The missy only shook her head. "I'm sorry, Wren. You had told me your name, but I'm not going to use it to remind you of whatever bad things you lived through. Maybe after a long while, you can confidently hear it from me…"