Jackson’s POV

I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the hollow chamber of my office like thunder. My pulse was a roaring drum in my ears, my chest burning with fury. I could still hear the council’s laughter, the smug voices congratulating Nathan, praising his unborn child, and comparing him to me like I was nothing more than a failed shadow. The memory of their approving smiles made bile rise in my throat.

Nathan. My uncle. My rival. My curse.

He’d done it again, ...