Ocean of Ink (The Obsidian Academy Duet #1)

Year 822, Week 37, Cordelia

My dearest Wren,

I am wounded by your accusations. Mischief and schemes? I would never stoop to such a lifestyle. However, I will confess to a desire for more of your words.

Perhaps it is your Gift that has ensorcelled me, but I find myself craving your script as a man lost at sea yearns for land. I wear my longing like shackles. It is rather unfortunate, given my aversion toward captivity in any form.

And if you seek earnings for your words, you have found a man easily swindled. Name your price, Storyteller.

In chains,

Castien