Chapter 66

Perrin

Jesamine and I don’t speak for the duration of our walk. She’s cold and brooding and I’m as lost in my own thoughts as she is.

I still can’t get over what Lo did. What she actually offered. Did she understand that she had essentially written Jesamine a blank check for the future of this pack? Our family?

The hour is over faster than I realize. I escort Jesamine back to her room, and she sits without a word, removing her shoes and rubbing her feet.

“We’re going to have to make some decisions soon,” I say to her, unsure if she’s even hearing me. “You heard her. We have one week.”

“You can force her hand. Give us more time.” She says is so casually, but it hits me like a ton of bricks. Us. I stutter, aghast that it’s the first time she’s actually referred to us in a joint way since the conception. ‘Us.’ As is, we. The parents. Both of us. Together.

But I know that even one week is generous. Lo’s condition, like most secrets, will come out eventually, and likely sooner than we expe