The Broken Swan in a Blackwood Cage
Language: en
The Stone family fortune had finally imploded. I wore the soaked, silk dress as armor and bait, going to tempt Kellan Blackwood. I smiled like a fox, my foot hooking the cuff of his bespoke trousers. “Mr. Blackwood, do you need anything… tuned up?” He pushed his glasses up, but didn't touch me. He simply pushed open a discreet door, pointing to a wall of tightly clustered photographs. "Vesper. My sweet, wild thing. You finally walked into the cage."