I stare at Jackson like he’s an i***t now. Because…honestly I really kind of did think that he’d figured it out, at a least a little bit. Or that once I told him, all the pieces would snap into place.
But the way he’s looking at me…Jackson does not know.
He bought, hook line and sinker, the lie that I’m Ari Clark, royal cousin who has some strange and elusive tie to his mate.
“Jacks,” I growl, shaking my head. “No, it’s…it’s me. Your mate is me.” And with that, I whip off my cap, revealing the hair braided in a coil on top of my head, letting my true scent free.
He continues staring at me, uncomprehending. But I see him stumble back a step, his eyes going wide the moment my scent hits him.
“How…” he murmurs, his voice trembling. “How can you…you’re a Cadet…you’re male…”
“Oh my god,”
