WREN

Two Weeks Later… I SMOOTHED down the navy blue princess dress I was wearing, touching the frothy knee-length skirt. The opaque sleeves covered easily the remainder of my bruises, the ones my brother had inflicted on me. Tonight, we were going to Bianca’s house for dinner. I hadn’t known it at the time, but her husband had been the one to pull me out of that warehouse. He had saved my life, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

I smiled when Bane walked into the bathroom. He looked good in his suit, but he looked even better when he was dressed casually. The sleeves of his tee were...