The housekeeper, still shaken from earlier, snapped into high gear—barking orders, supervising every nail and board like her life depended on it. A crew buzzed around the new room, tools clanging, the sharp smell of sealant and wood filling the air. Everyone except Jaxen was working. I felt like I was already in prison, and he was custom-building my personal cell. Zero outs. My wolf paced restlessly inside, claws scraping at my ribs, frustration boiling into a helpless rage that made my eyes sting.
If murder wasn’t illegal…
Jaxen caught the death glare I shot him. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, dialed, and handed it over. “Tell your aunt you’re safe.”
I almost smashed the damn thing into his face. After he dragged me away right in front of Regina, now he wanted a casual check-
