I don’t know exactly how long Jax and I laid together in his room— but it felt like a lifetime.
He didn’t speak— I didn’t either, but I was in very deep thought. I think that maybe he thought I was sleeping. I laid on my side facing away from him, and he had my back pulled tight against his chest. He was playing with my hair.
I didn’t know how I was going to cope with this. I may not have been afraid of Jax, but I definitely didn’t see a future for us that didn’t end in tragedy. Jason’s words kept echoing in my head— my face was probably on a dart board somewhere for all of these creatures now. I had a million questions to ask, but none of them would come out of my mouth right now. Mentally, I was exhausted. Physically, I was in pain. And I wasn’t sure what the next move should be for
