Long after, Nessa and Jordan were still lying on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. It’s still dark outside and cold, she thought to herself, glancing out of the window, but the warmth of the fireplace and her mate were comforting.
“How much has changed in so little time,” he commented, his fingers lightly brushing up and down Nessa’s arms. “I’ve lost so much and gained too.”
She watched the side of his face intently, but her mind wandered. A frown formed on her face, despite not wanting to let herself get hurt at the moment.
“I’m not going to let them take anything more from me,” Jordan continued. A sigh left his lips as his head turned to look directly at her. “I should’ve told you earlier. My dad didn’t die in an accident. Hunters murdered him.”
That shook all the senses out of
