The Goddess beams at my question. “You really like this one, don’t you?” She nods her head to the side to indicate Jackson, still frozen next to me.
I raise my chin, my teeth clenched, not bothering to answer. Because I’m sure she can see it, read it in every line of me – that Jackson is the most precious thing in my life right now. And that if she takes him from me and gives him to another mate?
There’s going to be hell to pay.
I mean, I have no idea how I would wreak vengeance on a Goddess but…I would figure it out.
The Goddess laughs, light and tinkly, and again comes close, wrapping me up in her arms. “No, my flame,” she says, enveloping me in her grace, allowing it to flood and comfort me. “You are his only mate – I am not so generous with my gifts as you might think me. I don’t
