“Wait, what?” I gasp, shocked. “Oh yeah,” my mom says, her own eyes going far-off as she apparently remembers this long-lost, incredibly important and interesting detail. “I forgot about that…” “You knew!?” I’m scandalized – mom and dad, they’re so perfect for each other. The idea of dad being m
“I’m going to kill your brother,” dad says, shaking his head as he looks me over, frowning at the blood all over me and narrowing his eyes as he gives me a suspicious sniff. But if he smells Jackson or Luca, he doesn’t say anything. “Go easy on Rafe, dad,” I murmur, raising a hand to run it fondly
I’m well, well aware that I’m supposed to quail under the look my father is leveling at me now – that it’s sent many big tough Alphas running for the hills. But, well, I’m my father’s daughter, aren’t I? And I am not giving in that easily. No way in hell. “I’m going back, dad,” I growl, my voi
“Let me talk to your brother,” dad growls, each word slow and distinct. “I need…more information about how the rest of the time at the Academy has been. Although, I’m going to put him through a meat grinder the moment I see him, so he’s not going to be able to get any words out.” “You can ask Jess
Jackson’s eyes go wide for a second with worry as my dad focuses singularly on him and takes one single, dangerous step in his direction. “Dominic!” my mother snaps, and then she’s moving quickly between my dad and my mate, turning and holding a hand up in front of my father’s face. “Think about w
Dad stares at me and then up at Jackson again. “What?” he asks. “I was just being polite –“ “Jacks is…not great with polite,” I say, pressing myself warmly to his side. “Actually, I think he’d probably rather fight you than do the small talk thing.” Jackson scowls, already coming back to himself
“Well, that’s enough of that,” my mother says with perfect calm, standing and catching Jackson’s eye. He freezes for a moment and then steps back, standing up straight again. Mom, ever-charming, turns a smile on the professor and thanks him for the news, ensuring him that Sinclair and McClintock w
And so I just curl up against mom at the head of the bed, listening to my dad and my brother fight about whether or not I should be at the school, and what the hell Rafe was thinking taking me there, and how I’ve survived so far. I can hear Rafe supplying information that Jackson told when they were