#Chapter 376 – Smoke

“Jess!” Rafe barks out as Jesse leaves, flipping Rafe the middle finger as he goes. Then Rafe, growling, storms back to his own sleeping area and begins furiously pulling his dresser drawers open, not seeming to get much done but needing the distraction of having something rather violent to do. “What…what is happening?” Jackson murmurs, tearing his eyes away from the Prince and looking down at Ariel, worried. “Oh, puppy,” she sighs, beaming up at him and squeezing his hand. “Come help me pack, I’ll explain everything.” “Pack?” he says, grinning down at her, unable to help it. Then he snarls and snatches her up into his arms. “Pack!? I have nothing to pack – you’re my only luggage, tiny – I’ll zip you up in a bag right now –“ She shouts with laughter that goes right to Jackson’s heart, makes everything actually feel okay, makes war and devastation and death and the thought of losing her feel very, very far away. Jackson laughs too, falling with her onto the bed as she quickl