FIONA
Almost like he could read the equally murderous thoughts in my own head, the corner of Ethan’s lips pulled into a small smirk.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He said
I couldn’t stop the short scoff of laughter that escaped my lips and with it the tension in the air eased slightly but it didn’t disappear entirely. It never did when Ethan and I were alone together.
I glanced around the room to distract myself, letting my gaze drift across the balcony and out to the vast openness of the landscape below.
“You know I’ve never really been in here before,” I said.
Ethan followed my gaze. “This is where I hold most of my meetings,” he replied. “The throne room is…” he paused as if searching for the word, then huffed lightly. “Stuffy.”
Another laugh slipped out of me before I could
