Jaxen POV
“Whether she lives or dies.”
Those four words dragged me straight back to the day the kidnappers called.
I’d said almost the same thing.
Tell Scarlett I don’t care if she’s dead or alive.
Stop with the cheap theatrics.
I’d thought it was another one of her games, the kind she always pulled when she wanted attention.
That fixed idea had cost her. She ended up hurt, unconscious, in a hospital bed because I didn’t move fast enough.
Now, hearing the same words out of Gary’s mouth, I finally put myself in her place that night.
If she’d been close enough to hear me, or if the bastards had repeated, t， what had that felt like? The thought sat heavy in my chest.
My wolf paced hard behind my ribs, low and restless by the memory of her scent when I’d finally found her: coppe
