Ch. 22 Jesse

Jesse's P.O.V.

God, Auggie is so annoying! He's so damn protective for no reason.

Stubborn as.shole.

I trained most of this afternoon so I decided to skip my training class today. Letting my teacher, Al, know through an email, and he was fine with it, knowing I wouldn't lie. He also knew there wasn't much he could teach me that I didn't already know. Funny to think he was mom's first shadow weaver teacher, yet she outgrew him in a couple weeks.

Liam: Can we talk now?

His text weighed heavily on me. I know I can't ignore it, but I also know his 'talk' really means lecture. He's going to lecture the shi.t out of me. I sighed, accepting my fate. I might as well get this over with before my fight later. I didn't bother texting him back, just finding his shadow door and emerging behind him.

"Yes, we can talk now." I answered him, finding myself in his dorm.

He was shirtless and in joggers, clearly having just come back from a run. He smelled of sun and wet dog. I wrinkled my nose