“For f**k’s sake, just spit it out, Gaiman,” I snap.
He exhales. “She’s a mother,” he says quietly. “Her first instinct is going to be to throw herself intothe fire to protect her child.”
“I’m not discounting that. But in order to get him back, we need to be on the same page.”
“You mean you need her to be on your page,” he retorts.
I c**k my head to the side. “Whose side are you on?”
His face is solemn as he answers, “Are there sides?”
I’m surprised Jax hasn’t come pouncing into the room to toss in his two cents. And then it hits me.
“Jax.” He sees me wince and adds, “It’s a good thing. He’s easy to talk to. Easier than you, at least.”
“Did you two draw straws to see which of you had to come talk to me and who had to talk toWillow?” I grumble.
“Yep. Guess who
