"It's not a game," Jackson said quietly. "And that's exactly why it can't wait. If something happens tomorrow..."
The unspoken possibility hung between us. I swallowed hard, refusing to acknowledge the fear that had been my constant companion since challenging Dominick.
"Fine. Five minutes." I pushed open my door, reluctantly allowing him to follow me inside.
Jackson remained standing while I sank onto the edge of the bed, too exhausted to maintain the pretence of strength.
"We recognized you as our mate the day you arrived," he began without preamble. "You were sixteen. Traumatized. Vulnerable."
"How convenient for you," I muttered.
He ignored my sarcasm. "Father made us swear to keep our distance until you were of age. Then, when you turned eighteen, the reports came in that Domini
