Tara’s POV
“I’ve given you as much time as I could,” Jack started once the others had left.
I nodded my head. “I know.”
“You have to make a decision, Tara.”
I scoffed lightly. Was there even a decision to be made?
I had no doubt Jack was referring to the way he hadn’t been on my back about the Victor situation. We had tried the other route because I told him that I wasn’t ready to see Victor again or to go back to that territory for that matter.
I had ignored it to the point of preferring to and having had gone to a witch for help. That didn’t end well for anyone involved, and if I was being honest with myself, it only just made the raging in my head worse.
I looked up to Jack to find that he was already looking at me. “You think I should go see him.”
It wasn’t a question, but he still nodded his head. “I don’t think there’s much of a choice you have in the matter, not anymore. Maybe if the witch had been helpful, maybe if she gave us a way to work around this, but…”