#Chapter 469 – Crossing Stories

When Jesse, Mark, and I arrive back in the living room, I give my father a steady nod of acknowledgement before I move immediately for Jacks. He reaches for me with one arm, the other stretched out next to Marigold, holding a handful of beads up for her and Seraphina as they sit on the couch, stringing necklaces for each other. I spare a happy little glance at the two of them before tucking myself in close on Jackson’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist and looking up into his face. “Hi,” I whisper. “Jacks, I’m so sorry I left like that –“ “It’s fine, Ariel,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair and pulling me in close against him. A great swell of warmth and love grows in my chest, passed down the bond from Jackson. “You were upset, you needed a minute. It’s always fine. Where did you go?” “To the yurt,” I say, looking up at him, still a bit guilty. “I think Midnight is my therapist now.” He laughs, warm and lovely and rumbling. “She’s going to charge you an arm and a