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."

he says, wrapping me up tight against him. "Finding out more doesn't change anything. Our time

there's...more to that statement than just Jackson trying to change the subject and move away from the question of

and then lets it out slowly, staring again at 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.

slipping my

says, turning his head to tuck mine beneath his chin. "Hank's moving things up with the Community too. Making some...real moves there, attempting to push forward

mean, I knew that Jackson has been continuing to talk to Hank but...I had no

feel really conflicted

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the news twists him with anxiety. "Because know that any move to change things within the Community from outside is going to put pressure on the most vulnerable inside it. That's what they do when change threatens, the people in charge in

covering his face with a hand, guilt rushing through him. My heart wrenches in my chest as I watch, as I feel worry and fear and remorse and shame all pulsing in

ties to that place, still has people there whom he loves, and who he doesn't want to

his face, but he stays very still even when I touch him, trying to