#Chapter 404 – Determination

I spend a long, long time in the stupid purifying bath that Pippa drew for me. And I spend most of that time crying. At first Pippa had been afraid when I had gasped, my hands slapping across my mouth, and instantly burst into tears. She had dashed to my side, desperate to help, but I had pushed her away – desperate to just concentrate on the voice echoing in my mind. Because it had been Jackson – Jackson’s voice in my head, echoing there, letting me know that he was near, somehow, by some miracle. And of course he’d wanted to barge right through these palace walls to get to me – but it’s too dangerous. My sweet, powerful mate will be instantly outmatched. Not even he can take on a whole castle, after all. Just…the barest snatch of the conversation, and then his voice was gone as suddenly as it came. I had cried my little heart out then, sobbing into my hands. Pippa, darling that she is, simply ascribed my sadness to monthly hormonal issues and patted me on my shoulder before l