Jameson
I could feel Savannah’s pure rage course through our mate bond, and I couldn’t blame her feeling the way she was. My biological father treated my mum horribly, and he would have killed her if not for my uncle, so I could somewhat understand those intense emotions.
Knowing my mate needed comfort, I left the chair and dropped to my knees in front of her, then I pulled Savannah into my arms and whispered into her ear, “I know that must have been hard for you to hear. Know that I am here for you every step of the way.”
Savannah buried her face in the crook of my neck, and I could feel her tears slide over my collarbone and down the front of my chest. I hugged her tight, giving my mate the opportunity to freely let those tears fall.
Before long, Savannah’s body wa
