WREN

“OH MY GOD, babe, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Darcy pulled me into a hug, squeezing the air from my lungs. When she let me go, I grinned at her, settling myself back onto the stool at the bar. I was meeting her at The Nightingale after she threatened to blow up my phone every day until I agreed to get drunk with her.

“It has been a while,” I admit, crossing my legs and holding back the moan when the ache Bane had left me with reared its head.

Darcy placed her purse on the bar top and pulled herself onto the stool beside...