Jason's POV
"Abigail?" I called out; images of her face chased the remnants of a nightmare from my head.
"Shush, son." I heard my mother's voice soothed, her fingers stroking lovingly up and down my arm, just like she had when I was a child and had gotten hurt. Opening my eyes, I looked around the sea of faces and winced, seeing Kayla sitting beside me; how had Archer not noticed her presence?
Offering her an apologetic look, I felt guilt eat at my stomach as Kayla gently squeezed my hand and offered me a tight smile. It was forced! She was angry!
"Do you blame her?" Archer mumbled groggily in the back of my mind; I could tell he was fragile even if his wit was intact.
"You betrayed your mate bond," he mumbled, making me snort loudly,
"I recall that was a joint effort; you were not exactly refusing." Silence followed my statement; apparently, he had nothing cocky to say to that.