Lana's POV I told him. I told him everything.. And I took a risk. I risked my adoration for Christian that had built and grown for so long it seemed. It would never fade, but it was all put in danger when I told my brother about the very secret that I had kept and it could've meant our very ruin. The end of everything.. But I refused to think like that. I trusted Jack. I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me, even if that meant keeping my secret a bit longer.. At least until Adam was dead.. A few days until all of it was over so that I could finally focus on explaining everything to my family. "So he kept you safe.." He asked. And it had me thinking about everything Christian had done to do exactly that. Keep me safe. We started off with a deal, but near him, no one could touch me or harm me in any way and get out alive. In some weird way, I felt safe near him from the very beginning.. That safety had turned into a purposeful protection. And I loved "He did." I looked down at my hands. "You say you love him.. Is it real?" "Oh it's real." "Does he.. I mean, his actions proved that he does, but still, are you sure-" "I'm sure. He loves me." I tried making out a smile but Jack was cold serious. "When he took me from the front door that day, and then we came up with that kidnap story.. It was all a big mistake." I took his hand, explaining slowly.. "It would've pushed dad to start a war.. And Christian would've accepted if he didn't.. If he didn't love me." "If dad didn't agree on that deal.. Le Bourisers still wouldn't kill you or anyone you love, would they?" That was the lie of the deal that 'the vampires suggested' to my father. "No." I found myself slipping my hands from his.. I felt ashamed facing all those lies. "But the rest of that 'uniting with us plan' is real?" "Yes." My voice once again came up barely above a whisper. "Because if dad started a war, I can't- I simply can't go against Christian. How could I chose?" I looked back at Jack and I could see how he scanned my face. He understood me. Yet still, his jaw was tightly clenched in rage and his eyes held the kind of frustration that shook my very core. He grew up to be one of the best fighter our pack had. His anger was intimidating and his protection was serious.. Especially when it came to family. Especially when it came to me. "That's messy.." He managed, almost as if with avoiding my gaze he tried hiding his true emotions about the subject. He probably still thought I was seduced into loving Christian and would be played out the second a fight starts. "My whole life is a mess.." I spoke instinctively, leaning back on the wall beside the window bench and crossing my arms over my chest. It really was a whole lot of mess.. Dreading to even think back to it. "You shouldn't have fallen in love with him." With a low tone, a serious growl, he said words that made me almost laugh. "It's not really a choice now, is it?" I heard how he released a slow heavy breath as he leaned on the window. "Still, it's- It's hard to fight for love." The faintness in my voice made him look at me.. Once more he scanned me to make sure I was alright. I lived a life surrounded by tall intimidating men that were all overprotective over me.. Yet I was the one that needed the least protection. I could take care of myself yet they were all ready to protect me with an army from our enemy. I could laugh at that. But I was thankful for it. "I understand." I heard that deepness in his voice. He seemed to struggle while saying that. Oh how he lied to make his sister feel better. I heard a dry chuckle escape my throat. "No, you don't."