Raven's POV
I helped Jax sit upright on the bed, making him lean by the pillow.
Jax's survival was mysterious to me. He didn't sustain too many injuries except for the sharp cut in his forehead as a result of the ceiling that collapsed on him during the chaos.
I didn't know he would survive it. I thought he would die but Jax took me by surprise. He didn't die.
Shutting my eyes slightly, I whispered a few words of prayers to the moon goddess, my heart filled with gratitude—
“Don’t you think the crew might be worried about us?”
Jax's voice sharply interrupted my prayers.
I frowned internally, but stopped to start unpacking the fruits from the bag.
“Worrying Is for the fragile-hearted” I said and Jax gave me a defiant look as if I was bladdling nonsense.
“ I hate him so much” I
