My eyes flash at this because…what? “They’re citizens, aren’t they?” I ask, sitting up straighter and looking between Jackson and my father. “Of Moon Valley?” “They are,” dad says, nodding to me. “The lands the Community lives on are within the borders of Moon Valley – everyone born there has th
“Please,” Jackson says, snapping his eyes to me before looking around at everyone else in the room, all of whom sit in shocked silence. “Let me explain.” My father narrows his eyes and nods once to my mate as I continue to gape at him, appalled. “My entire life,” Jackson begins, “I have been rai
“I’ll take that,” dad says quietly, holding Jackson’s gaze. “Your offer to fight for Ariel, if you’re not yet ready to call yourself a patriot of Moon Valley, as it does amount to the same thing. But I hope that in time you will come to love this nation as she does. As I do.” “Oh, I think I’m well
Jackson hugs me tight against his chest and falls back against the wall outside the interview room, sighing deeply as he does. I tuck my head against his shoulder, letting him hold me, going almost completely limp against him. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That was intense. And they shouldn’t have sprung
“What is it?” Sinclair asks, his smile fading. “I trust Jackson,” Hank murmurs, still lost in his thoughts. “But I…do not think that the Community is done with him.” He blinks and looks at his sovereigns, shaking his head with worry. “A boy like that – an incredible physical specimen? They will be
When Jackson and I arrive at my room we find the door already open and Rafe and Jesse lounging casually in the living are. Rafe’s eyes immediately snap to us. “So?” he demands, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell was that all about?” “Oh, just mom,” I say with a happy sigh, stepping into the room.
A little knock comes at the open door and I turn, gasping with delight when I see Ben leaning against the door jamb, smiling fondly at all of us. “Well, you Sinclairs are a sight for sore eyes.” “Benny!” I shout, laughing and launching myself off the couch and towards him. Ben laughs as he catches
“Luca,” I say, lifting my head to stare at him dubiously. “You’re an international boxing champion. You have some platform for arrogance.” He grins at me, his dimples flaring in that way that I love. “An international boxing champion who shouts at the woman he loves and barely passes his finals, t