POV: JACKSON
It was just Saint and I in the office. I glanced over at him; he was staring at his shoes, lost in thought. I could sense his anxiety about what might transpire, who wouldn't feel that way? The details of the situation were unclear to me, but I was determined to uncover the truth. While I didn't embrace the mate bond, I couldn't let him come to harm; he was somewhat my responsibility now.
Admitting that felt strange.
"Don't get too anxious, Saint. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Just stay calm," I reassured him. He looked up, offering a faint nod in response.
"I'm just concerned about my mom. What if they target her? I'm not sure..." His voice trembled with worry.
"She'll be alright. I'll make sure some guards are assigned to keep an eye on her, so don'
