Isabella
The private jet hummed softly around us as clouds drifted endlessly beyond the windows, pale and silver beneath the late afternoon sky.
I sat curled slightly into the leather seat with my cane resting beside me while Logan talked across from me, filling the silence with updates about everything I’d missed over the years.
He spoke about business expansions, the Alpha's from the other regions he'd frown to hate and adore, old family acquaintances who’d gotten married, divorced, disappeared or died.
Apparently, our not so favorite aunt Matilda who swore she was in love with a rogue some years back, was almost murdered by the said husband, just so he could get his hand on her wealth
I listened to him, or at least, I tried to, but my thoughts kept drifting somewhere else entirel
