Chapter 20: Something Like Peace
It was the first morning in months that Jax didn’t wake to the sound of sirens, screams, or gunmetal silence.
He opened his eyes slowly, letting the warmth of the sun creep across the floorboards of the safehouse’s living room. Real sunlight, not filtered through smoke or neon or blood-soaked adrenaline.
Sienna sat cross-legged on the floor near the open door, her back to him, watching the birds flit between trees like they had nothing to survive.
He watched her for a long time.
Then
“You’re awake,” she said, not turning.
“I was listening to the quiet.”
She smiled faintly. “Weird, right?”
He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees. “Terrifying.”
She finally looked at him. “Think we’ll get used to it?”
Jax ran a hand through his hair. “I hope no
