Recent content by Wren Kingsley

Wren felt his promise like a blade pressed to her skin—one that could either protect or wound her, depending on how he wielded it. And gods, she wanted to believe him. But Val was a liar. A beautiful, broken, reckless liar. And she would let him lie to her just this once. Not because she...

Wren’s heart twisted at the rawness in Val’s voice. She could hear the cracks forming beneath his confidence, the vulnerability he was so desperate to hide, breaking her a little more with every word. She knew the weight of duty, the crushing responsibility that never let go, and seeing him so...

Her gaze softened then, just the slightest bit, as she exhaled slowly. "You’ve managed to make me want something that I shouldn’t." She shook her head, a small, self-deprecating smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?" "I'm here. And I’m not running away...

Val, It’s Hearth and Heart today, apparently. I had half a mind to ignore it entirely, but seeing as I’ve somehow been roped into your ridiculous orbit once again, I suppose I ought to acknowledge it. I thought about getting you something—a gift, a token, whatever people do on this...

Wren had steeled herself against whatever argument he might throw at her, expecting him to brush it off with that same careless charm, to flash her a smirk and spin her words against her. But when his voice shifted—when his smile faltered—something inside her wavered. She hadn’t expected this...

Wren remained silent for a moment, her gaze flicking away from his, her mind spinning with the weight of his words. She could feel the heat of his hand against her skin, the gentleness of his touch, and yet there was a part of her that recoiled at the way he twisted her words—at how easily he...

Wren let out a short, sharp snort, shaking her head against his chest. “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as a gift before,” she muttered, the corners of her lips quirking in dry amusement. She tilted her head, her fingers absently tracing over his forearm as she stared at nothing in...

"I guess not.." she sighed, glancing up at him, not missing the subtle undertone in his voice. "Though it's fucking ridiculous of me to be here.. So close to home. I ran into a bounty hunter who'd been looking for me as far away as Alliria." she huffed. Now that she'd gained the official rank...

Wren gasped as the sudden heat of his hands on her skin sent a jolt through her, her protest swallowed by his lips before it could even form. The world blurred, steam curling around them as the water cascaded over her shoulders. She barely registered the fact that Val was still fully dressed...

Wren’s eyes narrowed, her lips pulling into a skeptical smile as Val’s words hung in the air. Feather bed? She wasn’t sure if the idea was more ludicrous or tempting, but the way he bounced his brows was enough to set off a flicker of wariness. He knew how to push her buttons, and damn it, it...

Wren followed reluctantly, her fingers curling against Val’s, the warmth of his touch annoyingly familiar. She allowed this insufferably smug man to lead her into the heart of the manor, as though there weren’t a thousand reasons why she should turn and leave. But curiosity—damn her...

Wren’s eyes narrowed at him as she found her feet again, her sharp gaze flicking around the bare, echoing manor house, the crash of the doors still echoing in her ears. It was a stark place, stripped of much of its finery, but somehow, it suited Val more than any gilded palace could. She looked...

The warmth in his gaze and the gentle touch of his thumb against her chin were at odds with the chaos of their situation, and despite herself, she found herself leaning into him, her willpower melting like ice under the intensity of his gaze. She couldn't help but marvel at how quickly things...

Wren’s eyes flared with a mixture of apprehension and something more primal as Val’s smirk refused to fade. Despite the gravity of their situation, the confidence in his expression was as much infuriating as it was irresistible. She knew well the risks they faced—the threat of exposure, the...

Wren’s initial scowl softened as Val’s grin became evident, a hint of amusement breaking through her own apprehension. His reaction was a reminder of just how far from ordinary this arrangement was, and she couldn’t help but be slightly disarmed by his daring demeanor. As he stepped closer, the...