Jane POV Jake stood in the middle of the living room with his phone in one hand. The other hand fisted on his jacket, which he had just taken off but was still holding on to. I could tell that he had just come home too. His signature scent was still mixed with that of the plane. Which meant he'd
So he knew how I felt about him? I couldn't believe it. Was I that obvious? He hated that I was getting attached, didn't he? Don't call me using silly questions as an excuse. Jerk! Why, oh, why did I feel this way? It was better not to be in the same space with him right now. I bounded up the
Jane's POV The relief I felt from thrashing the place was short-lived. As it seeped away, guilt took its place. I looked about me at the damage and decided it was uncalled for. I'd let my emotions take control and acted like a spoilt child. These thoughts only re-ignited my anger, making me decide
Oh God. "But," she paused. "I hope to God that you're not staying with that one. Or the other one." I knew exactly whom she was referring to. That one meant Jake. The other one meant Jet. Or vice versa. "They're no good, I tell you," she went on. "I mean it's bad enough that they're from the c
The beast's glittering eyes held me in place like a spell. I worried that if I looked away, he would vanish. I knew this creature quite well. Not because he was my husband's other form, but because he was my kind. The need to go to him took hold as I dashed out of my bedroom. My mother happened t
I felt so hot in the most inappropriate places but was determined to keep as much distance as he was imposing. Stepping back, I kept my eyes between his golden blond hair and the trees. The strands seem to shimmer in the darkness. "We need to help each other. It's why we came together, isn't it?" H
Jake POV I watched Jane, gauging her emotions and worrying that I may have made it worse. I was here to make up, not make her angrier. But she wasn't upset like I feared. In fact, she was actually considering what I'd just said. And underneath all of the anxiety and disappointment in her mom, the
Lifting my gaze to the street, I spotted a familiar figure heading in our direction. She seemed frantic, mumbling silently as she made her religious gesture, touching her forehead, chest and shoulders. I scoffed. “Speak of the devil.” Jane followed my eyes. When she saw her mom, I felt the irritat