CHAPTER THIRTY
My heart pounds like a drum in my chest, echoing the frenzied rush that tingles through every fiber of my being. It’s not just the thrill of victory that has my pulse racing—it’s him, Jackson, with his piercing eyes and an aura of power that commands the space around us.
"Grace," he breathes out my name as if it's a prayer, his voice rough from the battle, yet so utterly gentle when it comes to me. I lift my gaze to meet his, brown eyes locking onto his steely ones, which hold a storm within them—a storm of emotion that mirrors my own inner turmoil.
"Jackson," I whisper back, my voice barely audible over the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.
In this moment, standing amidst the scattered leaves and the scent of pine mixed with the metallic tang of blood, we are two souls
