Wolfric’s eyes drifted, lids lowering as devilish hands wove a tale of sin up the back of her head and through her hair.
“How much more beautiful could you possibly want to be? Enough to make Freya jealous?”
What would you risk to keep your lies from coming undone?
Everything is in ruins.
Her life.
The monastery.
Her lies.
Wolfric has secrets—secrets that would land her on the swinging end of a noose. She refuses to let that happen again, so she guards her lies like sacred scripture. With the return of a childhood friend, Wolfric’s deceit threatens to unravel. She has no choice but to flee the monastery and pray she isn’t caught. But when raiders attack, Wolfric is forced to choose between her secrets and the lives of her brothers.
Wolfric isn’t the only one collecting lies…