"I think so," I say, giving a little shrug. "That's what she called it when mom and Cora talked to her, after all. A 'gift.' She said all of her grandchildren would be likewise gifted. Do you know where yours comes

from?"

Slowly he shakes his head. "No idea."

"Well, maybe it's also a gift," I say, considering it as I stare up into his blue eyes, his dark head framed against the night sky. "After all, she clearly knows about you, if she picked you out as my mate." "That's so weird," he whispers, his eyes going a little distant, "to think that the Goddess...knows about me. I've always felt so...anonymous and inconsequential my whole life. I never in a million years would have thought the Goddess had an eye on me."

"Of course she does," I say, lifting a hand to idly stroke his chest. "You're like...really good looking, Jacks. And she's a woman after all."

"Don't be creepy," he murmurs, his eyes focusing on me as he smirks. "That's your grandmother."

thinking

inconsequential, I think," he says, lifting his head to peer around, though we can't see the city around us from this part of the roof. "Though...being around these trees helps." I nod, understanding. Mom was very careful in selecting the placement of our little roof garden - it feels very secluded up here - like our own little bit of nature. And I'm well aware that Jacks feels more comfortable in natural spaces than surrounded by stone. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

subconsciously considered that when I decided to bring him up here tonight. There's a whole Palace's worth of rooms to hang out in, after all. And I picked the roof. "Do you hate it? The city?" I ask quietly, genuinely wanting to know. Because, I mean, for better

at first," he murmurs,

I say, sitting up a little and peering at him. "It was worse for like...the fifteen

Ari," he says, shaking his head and laughing a little. "It

then smacking him on the

me squeak. He likes doing that, I know - I can feel it down the bond. "Did you think I went straight from my weird cult

now and dying to

disaster, if I'd have done that, and the men who sent me to the Academy knew that. I would have been so shocked at the way people act and talk, so...out of the loop of the culture. They sent me to

my hands flat on my sweetheart's chest. "I hate to break it to

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