Nine
Jackson sprawled across the mattress, features peaceful and relaxed as he slept, unaware of Justice’s regard as she took stock of her latest bodyguard.
He was certainly better looking than any of the others, even unshaven and with wavy brown hair going every which way. His unkempt state didn’t detract from his strong jaw and amazing blue eyes. If anything, the rugged look enhanced his appeal. She liked the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the crease lines around his mouth.
His being a freak didn’t bother her. All her bodyguards had been killers. Jackson was the first who hadn’t been sent by the Legion to hunt her. His desire to kill was fuelled by the freak virus, though he bore little resemblance to the infected she had previously come into contact with.
She hadn’t heard
