Jackson POV
I knew that I was lying on top of her and that I was probably crushing her, but I needed a few seconds to find the energy to push myself off.
My breathing was still shallow and too uneven when I did finally push myself off of her.
I finally saw the Natale that I was used to seeing. Free and wild in her own way.
The movement she called her parents something snapped in her and it was a bit scary watching her change.
Not only scary, but it was also so painful to see.
She caged up her inner being just to fit into the perfect picture her stepmother painted for her, when all that my girl was a f*****g forest nymphe. Partly at least.
I pushed the anger and annoyance down and turned to the goddess in question.
My hands moved on their own when I lifted her, so she would lay
