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His mother was dainty and thin, but she had a forceful presence that er than she actually was It was that presence which kept her fa in line for her or anyone else They got along, but they would always bump heads from time to time

Fern stared at Jesse with a pinched, wounded expression "How could you, Jesse?"

He sighed "Mom--"

"You knehat pain this would cause your family, but you didn’t care" She took a step toward him "Do you kno hard it was to hear this fro about it from ain "You didn’t even discuss it with us"

"Why would I? Even if I did feel the need to have your opinion, I wouldn’t have needed to talk to you; I already kno you feel about Harley"

"And yet you claimed her Claiht to his parents when she got home--probably told them terrible tales about his mate Bracken roaned

Jesse told Fern, "I don’t want Kim or anyone else Harley’s who I want"

"How could you do this to Mia?"

"I’ to her or because of her or to spite her--it has nothing to do with Mia or you"

Julian sighed tiredly "Son, I know Harley isn’t responsible for Mia’s addiction So does your lanced at her cold expression and amended, "Deep, deep, deep down"

Jesse wouldn’t be too sure of that

Fern waved a hand "We’re not here about her anyway"

Jesse narrowed his eyes "What’s happened?"

"Someone desecrated Mia’s memorial stone," replied Fern

For a h hi his vision "Someone did what?"

His mother’s eyes flickered nervously "It was someone in the pack We don’t knohobut we suspect it was Spencer" Torrie’s brother "We think he wants to get back at you for taking another fe sped up and there was a strange pounding in the ears He’d kill the little shit Kill him and enjoy it