“Since when do you and Jax hang out?” I ask, unsure about how I feel about that.
She smiles. “A girl’s gotta keep herself entertained. And Jax is nothing if not entertaining. Especiallysince your head has been turned by the wannabe Bratva princess.”
She raises her hands in defeat and backs off. “I’ll leave you to it.”
I head back into the room and walk over to the couch where Willow is sleeping. She’s still wrappedin the throes of her dreams, one arm thrown over her head, the other tucked under her chin. She lookspeaceful.
I ought to let her stay that way. Reality can be cruel; hers in particular. Dreams can be an oasis for thehaunted and the damned.
Unfortunately for Willow, I’ve never been one for running from your reality.
I head into the bathroom and fill a glass up with cold wat
