A/N: That physically hurt me to write, just so you know.
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You are very very stupid.
Jackson informed me over and over that he had been right and I shouldn't have touched her, that she was already barely there, but I didn't listen.
And it's my own f*****g fault that she's freaking out now.
"Tyler, talk to me." Zach stood behind me, Dad sat in one of the chairs, and I was leaning against the back windows, watching as fluffy pieces of snow drifted down from the sky and depleted the world's color. I sighed deeply before turning around. "What's up, Zach?" I held onto my sanity by a thread, knowing that Grace was in the room next door with my Mate.
My human Mate.
"'What's up?' That's the only response you have to what just happened?" Zach s
