Sharon Spark's shock coursed through her, and she looked at Jamie. She didn't believe Luthor Michaelson would have anything to say, much less come to her defense. He was always distant and unfeeling.
Jackson finally managed to get the words out, his voice low. "You didn't deserve it. And we're sorry."
Sharon looked at Jackson for a very long time, watching him clench his jaw, waiting for her to refuse or accept his apology. She remembered the last time she had talked to him, when he'd been cruel, so much like the others, but there was something different in his eyes now.
He was ashamed.
"It's okay," she finally said, shaking her head. "Just get the hell out of here before I have to explain to Luthor why I'm standing in the woods with my old tormentors. Please."
Jackson hastily nodded
