Chapter 416 – Morning In Darkness

• Jackson kisses me softly through the bars of my little Atalaxian cage. I lean my full weight against them, letting my hand slip up over Jackson’s stubbled cheek and then back into his hair.
• He pulls away, snarling a little, both for want of me and, well –
• “I hate these fucking bars,” he growls, glancing around at them even as he wraps an arm around my waist as best he can, pulling me tight against him. “This was not the reunion I had in mind.”