We cleaned up what we could, paid out the rest of Eason's lease, and headed back. The ride back was filled with an uncomfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. Eason's apprehension about the situation was evident. He knew more than he was letting on, and I couldn't help but feel frustrate
Grace The shock of the slap seemed to stun him into silence. My hand stung with the force of my action, and Jackson's expression shifted from anger to bewilderment. His face started to turn red with the bruise. He was lucky I didn't punch him. "How fucking dare you," I said, my voice shaking wit
He scoffed. "I'm not a monster. They're fucking kids." "There are more dangers in this world than physical ones! They don't deserve to be belittled or hated because you have a complex about being a terrible catch!" I sighed, rubbing my head as a headache started to build. Jackson's words hung in
Charles "What's wrong?" I asked, on edge at her tense tone. "I just..." She huffed out a breath. "Jackson." "What happened?" She growled and started telling me what had happened. I took note to look into Jackson and his family as a matter of course. The level of entitlement in his words had
She almost purred. I smirked, hearing the way her lycan instincts were taking over. "What do I get if I win our little match?" I chuckled. "Getting a bit ahead of yourself, aren't you?" "I like to be motivated." I smirked. "Whatever you want, my dear, if you manage to beat me." There was a
Grace As I recounted the events of the previous evening to Eason over breakfast, I couldn't help but notice his unusual silence. His lack of reaction struck me as odd, especially given that Jackson had been a close friend for years. I raised an eyebrow, suspicion creeping into my voice. "Eason,
"Way to kick me when I'm down." "These moments could have saved you a lot of heartache in the long run," Eason said thoughtfully. "For a long time, I figured that's why." I frowned, looking at him. "Why what?" "Why you didn't want me around because you know I don't pull punches." Eason finishe
Grace I shook my head. "Margaret, really?" "Goddess, I hope he's not here to tag along. I hate dead weight. And what happened to his face?" "Grace!" Jackson said, marching towards me. "I think you owe me an apology." Margaret looked at me. "Care to explain?" "No... Not really." She scoff