Jax's POV
The second that scar caught the light, something in my chest just kinda stopped. Like my whole body knew before my brain caught up.
I'd seen that exact mark before. Curling, snake-like, pale against skin, right along the hip. I'd seen it the day Lila peeled off her jacket after a hard fall on the practice track, laughing it off like it was nothing, telling me some story about a mountain road and a stupid mistake she made at nineteen. I remembered because I'd actually reached out and traced it once, half out of curiosity, half out of something else I hadn't wanted to name at the time.
And now here it was again. Same shape. Same damn curve. On a woman wearing a mask, calling herself Red, straddling me like she owned every inch of my body.
"Who the hell are you?" I'd asked her,
