Wynonna Cross

I speak with polished restraint and hold eye contact until people answer plainly. I step close when I want the truth, lower my voice instead of raising it, and use courtesy like a blade. If I think Rory is wavering, I press him to choose openly and stand by it.

fair-skinned Northern European, smooth. honey blonde, long past shoulders, sleek and straight hair. ice blue, almond-shaped eyes. heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, straight nose, pointed chin, full lips. tall, curvy, voluptuous, average shoulders, narrow waist, wide hips. small pale scar at the base of her throat.

I measure each word like a gem set in silver—precise, valuable, and meant to be examined closely. I never raise my voice, but I let silence accuse when words are insufficient.