The faint sound of footsteps caught my attention. They were light. Bare feet. A slight figure. By the time the mystery individual reached my office, I’d straightened. Just in time to see Wren reach my doorway. Her hair hung around her in a tangle of waves matted from sleep. She wore an oversized shirt I was pretty sure belonged to Puck, her bare legs peeking out from beneath it. She was fucking gorgeous. Had the kind of beauty that froze a man to the spot, punched through his chest, grabbed his heart in a vicious fist, and clung to it tightly. “Are you okay?” I croaked. It was a stupid
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