The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0608

Slowly, Jackson nods. "I think the God of Death and Goddess of Life would be the most powerful, the most...capable of giving gifts like ours." Jackson murmurs with a shrug. "I mean, think about it - do you think you could give someone a gift right now? Or your mom?"

I shake my head, considering it and knowing that it's completely out of my realm of power.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I think the demigods are out. But, amongst his near-Godly children...it could be them."

I bite my lip, studying his face. "Which one do you think it is?"

"I don't know," he answers, turning to stare at me. "It's all speculation anyway. But...you asked what was on my mind," he shrugs. "That's what I've been turning over."

"Maybe we need to spend more time in the library," I sigh, curling close to my mate and stroking what I hope is a comforting hand over his hair. "Get some religious texts. Try to figure it out."

against him. "Finding out more doesn't change anything. Our time would probably be better spent

Jackson trying

the ceiling. "I mean that...things are changing fast, Ariel. It's not a coincidence that the War Games got moved up, and you discovered your new dark gift, and maybe even that Jesse got his powers now. I think... pieces are moving into alignment. I think

my arm tighter

beneath his chin. "Hank's moving things up with the Community too. Making some...real

to Hank but...I had no idea that Hank was actually making moves. I always imagined him just...collecting

I feel really conflicted

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put pressure on the most vulnerable inside it. That's what they do when change threatens, the people in charge in the Community take it out on the poor, making them even more resistant to change. I just...don't want anyone to get hurt because I've

him. My heart wrenches in my chest as I watch, as I feel worry and fear and remorse and shame all pulsing in his heart.

whom he loves, and who he doesn't want to see

for his face, but he stays very still even when I touch him, trying to turn him towards me, to let him