Jackson snarls down into my face, though I don’t budge an inch, completely unafraid. Because even if fear and anger ripple through him at that confirmation, I know that none of this is for me. For my grandmother, perhaps – but not for me.
“Hey,” I whisper, reaching a hand up and cupping his cheek in my palm. “This one? This stupid mate? I hate him.”
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