JACKSON'S POV

I hesitated at Vera’s door before finally pulling it shut. I made my way to Nathan’s sitting room. He needed to watch over her now.

“You don’t have to worry about her. That’s why I came back, right?” Nathan said as soon as I entered. His voice was calm but firm.

He stepped out of the kitchen with a glass of iced tea. I knew that’s exactly what he’d do, and I wasn’t going to stop him, I needed it. I took the glass and emptied it in one gulp, handing it back.

Nathan watched me carefully. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his tone full of concern.

“I’m...