Portuguese, Augustine Base...
Emmett watched the man in fear as he stalked to where he was cowering. "See, I have no intentions of harming you, sweetheart, but you're testing my patience," Emmett couldn't do anything out of fear, as he was scooped up from the floor, back to the bed. Instead, he scrambled away, trying to get away from this man, who still wore Jackson's face.
"Why do you look like Jackson?" Emmett inquired, looking at the man who looked like his fiance. Jackson didn't have blue eyes. Jackson wore his mark with pride. Jackson didn't have a scolding face. He was always gentle with Emmett.
Jackson wasn't anything this man possessed.
"It's me, sweetheart," the man said, his face relaxing as he braced himself on the bed with one knee, taking Emmett's tear stricken face in
