Jesse whips his head to Anton in shock and then turns towards Orion with a snarl, his canines extending. “If you fucking touch any of my baby sisters –““Whoa,” Orion says, his hands snapping up in a plea for mercy. “Whoa, whoa – all of this is news to me, okay?”Anton and I go still as Jesse contin
“Oh, go away Jesse,” I snarl, smacking at him in turn.“Okay, we’ll do that,” Midnight says, reaching out for Jesse’s arm. “Let’s go, boy.”Jesse skitters away from his mate with a gasp, staying out of her reach. “What!? No! We’re staying!”“We have to go home!” Midnight sighs, reaching again.“No,
“Okay,” Jesse says, putting a hand on Midnight’s shoulder, noticing her discomfort. “Nice to meet you, Laila and Orion. And I love you, June and Tony. I’ll see you tom-“But Midnight doesn’t let him finish, looking excitedly around at all of her presents and vanishing them away, eager to get them ho
But I just wait for Anton to reply, unwilling to let the slightly awkward silence get to me. Because I’m not letting him distract or joke his way out of the question this time.“Come on, Anton,” I say, holding his gaze. “You know every detail of my romantic life and you refuse to tell me anything ab
“Do you think you have a mate?”He shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t think it matters. I always just knew that when I found her, that would be it, mate or not.”I smile a little. “She’ll have to be one hell of a girl.”He nods, just once. And doesn’t say a word.“Thank you for telling me,” I murmur, sn
“Whoa,” Jesse says, looking around as Midnight and he step into my room. “Crap, June, you sure got the shiny side of the coin in terms of lodging on this planet –““Hey!” Midnight snaps, glaring up at him. “You’d better say nice things about my yurt.”“The most comfortable yurt in which I have ever
Anton grimaces as Jesse leads him outside, already knowing where this is going.“Jess,” he sighs, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.“Nope,” Jesse says, turning when he gets to the balustrade and peering over Anton’s shoulder to make sure the girls are busy in the room and not listening. “Tony, wha
“Then tell me, Tony,” Jesse says, advancing on his friend, his hands balled into fists, ready to hit if there were anything to punch. “What the fuck is it?” Anton stares at Jesse for a long, long moment, his mouth and shoulders trembling. And then he breaks, groaning and striding away to collapse