Chapter 10

"# Chapter 10: The New Brand

The January air cut through my coat like a blade, but I didn't shiver. Not with Rhett's hand pressed against the small of my back, not with the floodlights washing over the distillery's new copper stills, not with the crowd of investors and journalists waiting for me to speak. The banner behind us read: WREN WHISKEY. My name. My revenge. My life rebuilt from the ashes of a lie.