Jarren
After the first couple of hands, the poker game became too competitive. Carson and Xander were taking it to a level it didn’t have to be on, but you couldn’t tell them that. They were both sore losers. By the fifth hand, I decided to sit out and watch. However, I didn’t see it ending well with those two.
My grandfather pulled me aside as the others were still playing. I already knew what the conversation was about.
“You’re grandmother tells me that we have a slight problem with Jillie’s pregnancy.” He kept his voice low. So low that even if som
Jillie I led Aaden into the living room and sat on the couch. He sat at the other end and stared at the blank TV screen. I bit my lip, not sure exactly where to start. There was so much we needed to talk about. There was so much that we needed to discuss, but at this moment, I didn’t know how to go about doing that. My mind was on the fact that Jarren would most likely kill me for inviting Aaden over. We sat in complete silence for a moment. He was staring off into space, and I was trying to come up with something to say to start the conversation. This was proving to be more complicated than I initially thought. I sighed and began to fumble with my fingers. A few months ago, I would have been
JIllieI blinked a few times, and my vision cleared. I stared at the TV blankly, trying to control the anger, hurt, and betrayal that had suddenly burst in me. I took a few deep breaths before heading out into the backyard. I smiled for everyone, but I was now thoroughly upset. I could understand him not wanting Aaden at the wedding, but he could have talked to me about it instead of saying nothing and pretending he’d sent all the invitations. Jarren was in the corner talking to Garret, and I wanted to go over there and demand to know why he hadn’t sent Aaden his invitation, but I wasn’t about to cause a scene in front of everyone. Instead, I walked over to him and waited for Garret to finish his sentence.“Where are your keys?” I inquired. Jarren mere
Jillie It’s been a week, and Jarren’s still mad at me. This was a first. I wasn’t particularly mad at him anymore, but I wasn’t about to let him know. If he was mad, then I would still at least act mad. As childish as that may be, it was no more childish than him giving me the silent treatment. If lucky, he’d say ten words to me in a day. At this point, I was starting not to care. My hormones were going into overdrive, and I was more focused on not murdering anyone who made me mad than worrying about his ridiculousness. I had just finished getting dressed and slipped on my shoes when he entered the room. Just as I knew he would, he ignored me and went straight to the closet. I rolled my eyes before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a bagel with cream chee
JillieMy mom stared at me for a long time, and I began to fidget with my fingers. A nervous tick that I didn’t seem to be able to grow out of. I bit my bottom lip as she sighed and sat back in her seat.“I know.” She finally spoke.I was speechless for a moment. What was I supposed to say to that? “You knew?” I finally managed to get out.“Well, I suspected. My father was part vampire. I would like to think I know them when I see them.”“Wait. You knew Granddad was a Dhampir?”“Where do you think my love of fantasy comes from?” I pinched my arm as hard as I dared, and it hurt, which confirmed that this was not a dream. I blinked a few times, wondering if I had simply thought about telling my mother Jarren was a vampire and this was the vision of what would happen, but when nothing changed,
JarrenEven though I was still a bit upset with Jillie, it wasn’t worth her being in pain. Yes, admittedly, I had been acting a bit childish the past few days, but as I’d stated, my ego was hurt. No man wanted their wife to invite another man who loved them to their house. Especially not in the way that Aaden loved Jillie. I glanced at her sleeping form and sighed. I still didn’t know what to do about her delivery. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Xander, as my Grandfather had suggested, but I planned to do it later tonight. I didn’t want to leave Jillie while she was asleep, even if we were back home and it was daylight. The incident at the cottage was not about to be repeated. Another thing bugged me. I still didn’t know what all of that was about, and I didn’t have tim
JarrenI made it to my former house and opened the door after unlocking it. Xander was lying across the couch watching TV while Kaileeh and Garret were seated on the loveseat. I pushed Xander’s feet off the sofa before sitting down.“Kaileeh, where does your mom think you are right now?” I questioned, turning my attention to the TV.“At my Dad’s.”“And where does your dad think you are right now?”“With Carla.”“And where does Carla think you are?”“She knows I’m with Garrett. My Dad’s away, so I get to spend the next few days h
Jillie“Princess Jilliannah.”“Yes, Erica?” I questioned as I looked through pictures of different venues.“Prince Jarren has been questioning me about what we are doing here daily.”“What did you tell him?” I inquired, looking up from the pictures.“I told him exactly what you told me to. You are starting your lessons.”“Good.”“My cousin’s too nosy for his own good,” Xander stated, holding up a picture of a gothic-style building. I shook my head.“Is there a point trying t
Jillie We’d just finished watching a second episode when Jarren texted me, saying he would be with his dad and grandfather for a bit longer. I turned my attention back to the TV for a few minutes before glancing at Xander. Every time I was around him, I tried not to think about what he’d said as we danced at the wedding, but it was difficult. He looked so sad, so broken. I wanted to ask him what it was about, ask him who the girl was that broke his heart.“Xander,” I said, drawing his attention. What happened?” I questioned. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’d like to know. What you said at the wedding made me wonder. You were just so…sad,” I finished in a voice barely above a whisper.He sighed. “No offense, Jillie, but why do you care?”“Because I care about you, stupid. You&r