My jaw drops open and I huff a disbelieving little laugh. “Jackson, I can’t make flames.”
“The flashpoint of wood is far lower than the temperature at which glass melts, Clark,” Jackson replies, raising an eyebrow at me.
I narrow my eyes at my mate, not liking this smug new attitude. Or that he’s right.
“What…what’s happening?” Seraphina whispers, looking at me and then up at Jacks.
“Ariel is going to do magic,” Jackson whispers back, ducking his head low in pretend secrecy. “Want to see?”
“Yah!” Sera exclaims, still in a whisper, looking at me eagerly.
I just sigh, and roll my eyes, and flop my hand out towards my mate, wanting to hold his. But all my bravado just covers up my anxiety. I mean…can I really do that? Jackson, all confidence, slides his hand into mine. And then I conce
