Jesse
“Get that look off your face,” Dana said, her amber eyes, so similar to his, sparking with anger. Jesse leaned against the bar facing her, but also positioning himself so he could keep an eye on the dark-haired witch who happened to be his sister’s best friend. And so much more, if his base instincts were right. When their skin had touched, he’d sworn it felt as though sparks covered the skin of their hands, and it had only taken a quick downwards glance to reveal they weren’t just a part of his imagination. Thinking about those sparks, Jesse smiled to himself. If she was a witch, and she must be given that reaction, there was a good chance that she could be his mate. Even more of a chance if he took into account the effect her photograph always seemed to have on him.
“Hmm?”
“You’
