Jax POV:
In my office, I pace from one wall to the other, my boots striking the floor in a restless rhythm that mirrors the thoughts in my head. No matter how many times I cross the room, the weight on my chest refuses to ease.
Alex leans back against the wall near the window, arms crossed, watching me in silence. His expression holds that familiar mix of patience and concern, the look was one where he knew what I was thinking but was waiting for me to say it out loud.
“You’re worried about them, aren’t you?” he finally asks, his voice cutting gently through the thick silence.
I stop mid-step and turn towards him, looking at him incredulously. “You aren’t?”
He exhales softly, shaking his head. “I never said that.”
“Of course I am” I reply, my voice dropping as the tension coils tight
