#Chapter104-02
What had changed? It was a good question. A very good question, indeed. Something had, even if I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was the realization that with whatever voodoo s**t Asher was playing with, I could actually die, or maybe it was watching Clarke, the take-everything-in-his-stride puppy so loved up.
"I don't want you as my Beta, Jonathan," I repeated. The headlights of Clarke's f**k-ugly Juke flicked around the corner, worming its way into an empty bay. I ignored it, holding my Beta's gaze. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn there were tears in his eyes.
"Yeah, you said, asshole. Why do it now? Why ruin the kid's night? You couldn't have waited?" His voice broke. Fractured so much that the last distorted and he had to cut himself off with a stee
