Jackson stopped at the start of one of the trails into the woods and clenched his fists. Why the f**k was he even bothering?
It had been just over a month since a mob had set on her daughter, and that f*****g woman hadn’t even bothered to make an appearance. He ran through the woods every morning with the same result. What kind of mother did that? Why did she show up at all if she wasn’t there to help?
Layla needed to know who she was. He needed to know. She’d picked up the things he had taught her so quickly as if it had been her nature all along, and she was getting stronger. Every morning, when she was asleep and not guarding her mind, he sensed the presence of something greater within her.
How would he teach her to hide it if he didn't know what it was? Her mother was still in his
