Here I was reluctant to speak. It was one thing to accept the reality of werewolves and vampires
when they were physically attacking me.
But to accept that the spirit of my dead mother, who just happened to be
a witch, was actually holding conversations in my mind was something I
struggled with. Jack saw the confusion
in my expression, and suddenly he was there in front of me. I hadn’t seen him move, and my heart lurched
into my throat. He very gently put his
arms around me, and gathered me against his body in a tight hug.
“She is
real, Jessica,” he said quietly, “I feel her energy around you. She has spoken in my dreams also, to warn me
about protecting you.”
I drew away from him in surprise, and looked up into his face.
I drew away from him in surprise, and looked up into his face.
“You have
spoken to her?” I asked incredulously, “When?”
Jack stared
at me with those brilliant blue eyes, and I almost lost myself in the depths of
blue flame. I struggled with the urge to throw myself into his arms
again. My lips twitched with the need to kiss him, and the force of my
love was terrifying. I stood straight and stiff, willing myself to be
strong. Jack spoke quietly, holding my gaze.
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