Jane
The vineyard sprawls before Ethan and me, neat rows of grapes lining the rolling hills of the NightFang valley and painting the lush earth with verdant vines. I breathe in the fresh montane air as Ethan tucks me under his arm, sipping from my third sample glass of the day.
We’ve only been here for about an hour, but I already feel more relaxed than I have in a very long time. The generous wine samples help, but more than anything else I’m just relieved to know my fears about Ethan were false.
The press conference he gave yesterday finally put my tormented heart at ease, proving once and for all that he doesn’t intend to let me take the fall for Petra’s murder. I suppose Eric would say it’s another trick, another example of the Alpha trying to prove he’s on my side so that I won’t
