Naya was a warrior. She was a fighter. She was strong and independent and that's how she liked it.
Jackson has fought demons. He's fought darkness. He's been on the brink of losing all hope in finding his mate and that's how he liked it.
Naya was a warrior. She was a fighter. She was strong and independent and that's how she liked it.
Jackson has fought demons. He's fought darkness. He's been on the brink of losing all hope in finding his mate and that's how he liked it.
"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening.
"I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this.
"Why...