Lila's POV
Red doesn't panic. Red never panics. That was the mantra I clung to as I stared down at Jax, his wrists still bound to the bedpost, his eyes drilling into that damn scar like he could burn the truth right out of my skin.
I let my face go still. Bored, even. Like his question was the dumbest thing anybody had ever asked me in this room.
"Excuse me?" I tilted my head, voice flat and unimpressed, every inch the woman who'd built an empire out of never flinching. "I'm Red. That's the only answer you're getting, and frankly, I don't appreciate the interrogation in the middle of a session."
"That scar." His voice was low, rough, still edged with the ghost of what we'd been doing seconds before this whole thing derailed. "I've seen it before. On someone else."
"Lots of people have
