Twenty-Five
Justice twisted out from under Jackson’s arm. Without even looking at her, his eyes roaming the cafeteria, he reached out and pulled her even closer. Her palms rested on his chest as she stared up at him.
‘I’m surrounded by wardens. No one is going to try to hurt me here. You can let me go.’ She kept her voice low, conscious of the new guards who had replaced the two stationed outside their room the night before.
Jackson shifted his gaze to hers, a fierce gleam lighting his deep blue eyes. ‘I guarantee half the wardens in this room want to do more than hurt you. I can feel it.’ He grimaced. ‘Ever since I woke up, every instinct I have has been screaming at me to kill them all.’ His arms tightened around her.
Justice swallowed, realising how hard it was for Jackson to be her
