So many pieces slid into place. All the ways Wren was guarded. Her headaches. Her reaction when emotions ran high. “Brix,” she whispered. “Trust me,” I begged. It was the ultimate request. I knew I had no right to that gift, but I asked for it anyway. “Trust me to protect you in every way I can.” A little of the fear slid out of Wren’s expression, her face softening as she looked up at me. “If anyone finds out…” “I know.” I pulled her against me and wrapped her in my arms as if I could shield her from everything that could possibly come her way.
