“This is where you lived?” Torj asked, swinging down from his stallion and taking in the potions lining the windowsill within. “Yes,” Wren replied, not sure why she was suddenly feeling self-conscious. Torj cupped his hands around his eyes to peer inside. “It’s very you…” Wren balked. “What? Messy and chaotic?” “No.” The Bear Slayer shook his head, a hint of a smile playing across his lips. “Wild and extraordinary.”
