Chuckling, Jackson said, “I want to talk to Norman, so I need…”
“My permission? Consider it given. When will you get here?”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
“Okay, see you soon,” Tristan said before hanging up. Then, turning his head, he smirked at his mate. “You’ve been cock-blocked by my cousin. We’re meeting Jackson at the Alpha house shortly, so you better tuck it back into your pants.”
“What the fuck?” said Heath, struggling to stuff his semi-hard dick back into his pants without entangling it in the zipper of his fly. “Is he fucking omniscient?”
“I don’t know about that, but he’s one powerful Alpha.”
“Yeah…he is,” Heath muttered. “I haven’t ever met an Alpha like him before.”
“Really?” asked Tristan.
Zipping up his jeans, Heath said, “Yup…Alphas…at least the ones I met with my father…love throwing their weight around.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Shrugging, Heath said, “They flaunt their power…you know, like flooding a room with it so everyone knows who they are. Jackson isn’t like that. He keeps it under wraps…I mean, it’s there cuz I can feel it, but it’s hard to tell how powerful his Alpha power really is.”
“Not like the others you've met?” asked Tristan.
“Exactly,” Heath said.
“I know what you mean,” Tristan said. “My cousin keeps his cards very close to his vest.”
“Very, very close. I’m just glad he’s on our side.”
“Me too,” Tristan said, taking Heath’s hand. “Let’s go greet him.”
~/~/~/~/~
In a flash, Jackson arrived at Silver Point—a place he never thought he’d see again after Josiah killed his father and youngersiblings. But here he was, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Looking over at Remy, he said, “Thanks.”
“Glad to help,” Remy said, his eyes searching Jackson’s face. “You okay?”
Jackson’s eyebrow rose as he shrugged, “Honestly? Not really. My brothers and I spent a lot of time here when we were younger, so it feels familiar…like an old, well-worn shirt…but then…”
“Yeah, I know,” Remy murmured.
Nodding, Jackson knew Remy did; it was clearly evident on his face, so he said nothing more. Instead, he turned around and, as his eyes roamed over the Silver Point Alpha house in front of him, he noticed details long forgotten. It had been years since he’d seen it, and he wondered if it had really changed that much since his childhood. According to Reeve’s report, it had, but then, maybe he’d just wiped the house from his memory after the massacre.
When Jackson remained lost in thought, Remy said, “Let me know when you want to return home.”
“I will,” Jackson replied, glancing over his shoulder at the magic user. “Thanks for the magic ride.”
Chuckling, Remy said, “Ever since my brothers heard Carsy refer to it that way, they are now eager for their magic lessons to begin so they can start giving magic rides to the rest of the kids.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Jackson asked, “How soon will that happen?”
“Luckily for us, not until they are much older. I haven’t told them that yet since it’s a lot easier to teach them when they are eager to learn with that goal in mind.”
“Spoken from personal knowledge?”
“Yeah, once I found out I would only have the most basic of magic skills as a low-level magic user, my parents struggled with getting me to practice.”
Curious, Jackson asked, “Do the lessons differ depending on what magic level you’re born at?”