#Chapter 8 Why would she fake her death?

Jane “She was so perfect.” I moan, taking a sip of wine while Linda listens sympathetically. “I wanted to run away with her then and there.” “It’s a good thing you didn’t.” My friend advises. We’re out on her front porch, enjoying a late afternoon cocktail and discussing the shocking events of the day. “It was risky enough just spending time with her. If you took her, Ethan would hunt you to the ends of the earth.” “I’m going to have to figure out a way to take her eventually. She belongs with me, with her siblings.” I insist, feeling positively overwhelmed after everything that’s happened over the last few days. “We’ll figure it out.” Linda assures me. “For now we should just be thankful he didn’t figure out you’re alive.” “What if he did?” I ask anxiously. “Honey, you have to trust the death certificate the coroner forged for us was enough.” Linda reminds me, “We covered our bases. You’re safe.” “There’s no such thing as safe when it comes to alphas.” I remind her