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Jethro’s carriage stopped in front of his mom’s house. He stared at Stella who sat across from him, hands folded in her lap. None of this was her fault, but for some reason he felt manipulated. He didn’t want her staying here. His mom would see this as a sign that he was serious about Stella.
“Are you sure this will be okay?” She glanced up at him. Her voice was quiet, as if afraid to ask the question.
His eyes landed on the bruise on her cheek. She had no one and nowhere to go. He smiled. “Yeah. It’ll be fine. My mom will love having you stay, and you and my sister will get along great.” He hesitated. “Uhm...I should’ve told you that her mate is a Guard. If that bothers you, I can see about finding a room to rent for you.” If Conguise was right, she might not be safe, but sh
