@imbricare *
If wildness can be orchestrated. She’s careless with him. Disappearing on a gust of wind and leaving the window of opportunity open to all the women looking to take her place in his bed.
She hasn’t asked for a single thing. Her code won’t allow it, and that’s no wildness. He wishes she would. He’d grant it.
“I want to know what they said. Your sisters,” he makes an ugly word of them.














