“Oh, come on,” Jackson says, keeping his spot on the window seat and spreading out his hands, the seriousness of his gesture ruined a bit by the fact that he’s holding a raspberry pastry. “Do any of you honestly think that my presence at the Grant family home is going to help anything today?”
“It’s going to help Ariel,” Jesse says, eyebrows raised, pointing at me. My own eyebrows go up because…I mean, is it?
“Ariel can handle herself,” Jackson sighs, rolling his eyes a little bit and dropping his hands to his knees. “I mean, I get being over-protective in the Academy where people are trying to beat the s**t out of her –“
“You included,” Jesse says, crossing his arms and glaring at my mate.
Jackson just returns his glare and keeps going. “But, Ariel is smart and capable – she doesn’t ne
