"His name is Lysander, and unfortunately... he escaped," Jace looked ashamed of himself, but I knew that if Ronan, or well, Lysander, was able to get away from him, it was because he was a strong opponent. Jace was new to this fairy world, as I was, but he shouldn't be so hard on himself.
"Lysander," I repeated. "So he was the asshole my grandmother wanted me to marry."
"Yes," Jace grabbed my waist and pulled me over to him. My body flushed against him; his scent was enveloping me, and it was making Estel and me purr with desire. "But you are mine. MINE!"
"Oh, yes, daddy!" Estel was more than thrilled.
"Hey! Focus," I scolded her.
"Like you weren't thinking about it," Estel huffed and retreated.
I was so focused on my wolf that I didn't realize that Jace had gotten closer. I not
