Page 47 of Isaiah and Jameson
She immediately enveloped him in a hug that smelled like roses and paper and ink. “Hello, sweet.”
“Auntie…I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“How?” She took his hand, leading him to his sitting room.
“I need—I’m insane for him. When Damian tried to hurt him…”
“Oh, my darling. I know you think it was just for your new love, but you must understand. Damian challenged your right as the head of this clan.” She sniffed. “I would have killed him.”
“He drugged Jameson. He’s lucky that he’s not dead.” Isaiah growled, and he closed his eyes, to calm himself.
“That’s your station now,mijo. I know you find it distasteful, but you did what’s right. That’s not weakness.” She softened. “Your father would be proud.”
He shook his head. He’d never done anything to draw his father’s attention.
“I know you think that’s a bad thing, but you’re his son and this is your family.” She reached for him. “Your mate can help. Let him.”
“He makes me feel so much, Auntie. So much.” It scared him, how much he felt.
“Yes.” She got a faraway look in her eyes, smiling slightly. “I miss your uncle Franco so much. But no force on earth could make me go back and not have that time with him. We’re lucky. We share centuries. The others have only decades.”
He nodded. That was true. He could have a near eternity with Jameson. So tempting.
She smiled now, her fangs showing. “Does he make you want to share blood for days on end?”
“Years. Decades. I could lose myself.”
“There, you see? Listen to that need. Let him really bond with you, then no one can hurt him again.”
He was worried. “I don’t want to hurt him. What if I attack?”
“You won’t.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “How long were your parents together?”
“Eons?” At least. Maybe longer.
“He never hurt her. Not even when four werewolves attacked the compound and she accidently got between him and the ringleader. Not once.”
“Mamma? She did that?” His eyes were going to pop out of his head.
“She did. She was fighting for her children and her mate.”
He said back, stunned. His dainty, ladylike mamma… Fighting wolves. He couldn’t imagine.
“See? We do what we must. He’s yours to protect.”
“I—” He stared into her eyes, so sure, so steady. “I’m frightened.”
He was sick with worry, with fear, with a grinding need.
“I know. I happen to have inside information that this is going to work out. From an angel.” She grinned now, a real smile.
“Harve is a busybody.”
“He’s an angel, dearest. And apparently he still has a vested interest in your once-human mate. And in you.”
“He’s been good to me.”He found me Jameson.
“He has. Trust that. Trust yourself. You think you almost hurt him, but he was in no danger. None. I haveseenit.”
