The room is silent for a long moment and I’m shocked when it’s Jesse’s voice that breaks it. “Whaaat the fuckkk,” Jesse groans, turning in a tight circle and covering his face with his hands before dragging them down over his features and turning to glare at me, just as Rafe is. The room explode
“What?” he sputters, disbelieving. “It’s true, but it’s not important – but she picked Jackson, she picked both of you for me –“ “That’s fucking impossible!” Luca yells, dropping his hands from my face and throwing them out to the side. “You get one mate – one – I don’t know who told you that yo
And now he thinks he’s lost me. And he’s just…gone. “Stay here, Ariel,” Jesse says, and I jump when I realize that he’s standing at my side. “I’ll go after Jacks. Just…stay in the room, all right?” “Jesse,” I murmur, reaching for him, apology all over my face. “It’s fine,” my good cousin say
“Jacks!” Jackson hears his name called behind him, but he doesn’t register it, or doesn’t care. Instead, he just continues to stride forward in the dark, not really knowing where he’s going, just needing to get…out. Get away. Disappear into the night, into the wilds, into…whatever. Any place but
Jackson nods, and to Jesse’s surprise, lets him walk by his side. They walk for a long time. Jackson is surprised, after a while, at how quiet and stoic Jesse is. Jesse doesn’t sigh or moan that he’s bored, like Jackson thought he would. He doesn’t complain, or fuss, or anything. He just walks qui
“Because!” Jackson bursts out, tossing out his hands. “It’s Luca fucking Grant, Jesse! Even I had heard of him, and I haven’t heard of anyone! And he’s…he’s good with women! And he can talk to her, and make her laugh! And he’s like…good looking, or whatever! How the hell am I supposed to compete wit
“How do you know this shit,” Jackson mutters, shaking his head, letting himself be led. “You handle kicking the shit out of the bad guys,” Jesse says, giving Jackson a broad grin. “I’ll handle the girls. Besides, Rafe and I reserve the right to yell at Ariel tonight. We’ve known her longer, we get
“One, Ariel Sinclair,” Ben says, laughing, “if you tried to kill me, I could take you.” I laugh too, grinning at him. “And two,” he continues, and my face falls along with his as real sorrow appears in his eyes, “if you’re asking me if I’m jealous of you having two of the most eligible men in th