Jason’s POV
Jason yanked his shirt over his head, staring down at his burned hand. The skin was red and blistered, and it refused to heal, which was unheard of for a shifter. "Shit... what the f**k was that?" he muttered, flexing his fingers and wincing at the pain.
Pulling on his shoes, Jason headed back toward the garden, his mind racing. He spotted Reid playing strip cornhole with Zana, who was laughing as she tried to make her next toss. Jason strode over and interrupted, his tone sharp.
“Reid, I need to talk to you. Now.”
Reid turned, arching a brow at Jason's serious expression. “Can’t it wait? Zana’s about to—”
“No,” Jason cut in, his voice low but firm.
Reid sighed, handing his beanbags to Zana. “Don’t win without me,” he said with a wink before following Jason to a quieter c
