You went alone?"
Jaxon's voice was sharp, edged with something deeper—anger, fear, frustration. He stood in the middle of our living room, hands on his hips, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might break a tooth.
"I had to," I said, setting my bag down. My hands were still shaking, my heart still racing from everything that had happened with Lauren. "She said to come alone."
"I don't give a damn what she said." Jaxon took a step closer, his eyes fastened on mine. "You have no idea what she's capable of, Isabel. And then this masked guy shows up and steals the damn letter? You don't think that's a little too convenient?
I blew out a breath, running a hand through my hair. "Of course, I do. But I didn't have a choice. If she knows something about Hazel, I can't ignore it."
Jaxon
