Jackson’s POV
“what the hell is going on here?”
I didn’t intend it but my voice was loud, booming in the vast room, the workers had all paused sharing a stare between I and Clara then between themselves before they scurried away from the living area.
I knew that I should mind my tone with Clara but she really couldn’t be reasoned with.
I had left Aurora, skipping kilometers to get to Clara, thinking she was hurt or ill, not that I really gave two fucks, but she was my mate and her father’s daughter; if she goes; first, I wasn’t getting away unscathed either.
God! The frustration.
Clara merely turned, a stupid grin across her lips.
Her effort to stand up from the couch was a fail given that the bag of chips she was eating turned over on the expensive chaise lounge.
“babe!” she piped up, “you came.”
She finally stood up arms wide open and embraced me.
My body stiffened in response, she noticed because I felt her head turn to glance at me.
Whatever it was that she made me feel at
