Chapter 158 Loyalties

• Jackson faced me, propping a lean hip on the window opening in our chamber. Daylight was barely cracking the horizon. Casting tendrils of gold and pink light over the land.
• He wore only his pants and had his arms crossed over his broad chest. His face reflected his concern over the fact that it was hardly daylight and Lionel was calling to me from the meadow beyond the castle.
• “You know he sees you as his mate.” Jackson cautioned. Waiting to see my reaction.