SARAH
A shocked Jaxon rushes forward, brushing past Ronan who looks like he’s just seen the gate way to everlasting life.
“A wheelchair?” His jaw all but drops to the ground as worry spreads across the lines of his annoyingly, breathtaking, handsome face.
“Did something happen?”
I roll my eyes.
“You mean something more than the injury on my leg?”
He lowers his gaze and I make an annoyed sound. When he looks up at me, there’s an innocent hurt in his eyes.
Before, it’ll have had me pulling him in and cuddling him. Now, I know a man with a kill count of over a hundred doesn’t need a woman fondling his hair.
What do they even want from me?
“Why are you three here? I thought I asked you to stay away from me.”
“We promised to give you space,” Malachi replies.
My left brow rais
