The afternoon was warm and windy, but thankfully bright enough that Ethan could see sheep leaping over a wooden gate from the hill where he stood. An unlit cigarette dangled lazily from his lips.
Jules had every right to be scared, angry, disappointed, and every other emotion she was feeling. But honestly, he didn't know all that would happen.
He didn’t know Roman and Jasper would crawl back out of whatever grave they’d vanished into. They’d all agreed to call a truce. Or so he thought.
He didn't blame them, though. They used to hang around him because they all had something in common.
Pettiness.
Killing Roman wasn't part of his plan because…frankly…there was no plan. After escaping Jasper’s ambush, he was seething. Colton had been his target. He needed to take out that rage. And sinc
