Jackson watched Helena as she poured over the latest reports, her brows furrowed as she took in the news about the former rogues.
She was truly beautiful.
“And she’s ours.” Ronan commented smugly.
Feeling his eyes on her, Helena looked up at him questioningly.
“Everything ok?”
Jackson nodded, handing her a mug of coffee.
“I thought you’d need this.”
Smiling, she took it from him gratefully. She hadn’t expected the transition to go smoothly, but there were things cropping up that were worrying her.
The rogues that she had been concerned about after the battle. Were proving to be a problem.
They were a small minority, compared to the hundreds of rogues that had joined them. They were the topic of every report sent from the farmsteads they had established.
Refusing to work
