Wings Of — Seduction
Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes.”
The sound of his name on her tongue was a velvet blade. Wings Of Seduction
She stood on the ledge of the building opposite, a silhouette against the holographic advertisements that flickered like artificial auroras. Her dress was a spill of liquid silver, and her hair moved in a wind that he could not feel. But it was her wings that stopped his heart—not feathered, not angelic, but woven from living shadow and fractured light, like shards of a broken galaxy held in bone and sinew. Instead, he leaned into her touch and whispered, “Yes
“I want what was promised,” she said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with a finger that left a trail of faint, fading starlight. “A soul brave enough to be ruined. A man foolish enough to say yes.” But it was her wings that stopped his
Kaelen should have asked what the price was. Should have demanded terms, guarantees, a contract signed in blood and legalese.