C116 CHAPTER HUNDRED FIFTEEN

Vincent pov

Melinda hasn't changed a bit. She's still the same loving and bubbly personality I remember her to be.

On our way to the packhouse, I keep throwing glances at Enya. She's visibly anxious, and while her mother keeps asking questions, the only moment my mate speaks up is to answer a question. She doesn't ask her own questions, though I know she has many. Perhaps in time