Raven’s POV
The sound that came out of that phone wasn’t just a normal voice.
Or at least not at first. It was breathing, measured and slow, the kind of breathing that belongs to someone who has never once in their life been afraid of silence, someone who uses it the way other people use words, deliberately, patiently, letting it fill the space until the person on the other end breaks first.
Jax didn’t even break at all. I’ll give him that.
He stood with the phone pressed to his ear, jaw set, eyes moving to mine as the seconds stretched, and I watched him decide not to speak, not to give whoever was on the other end the satisfaction of hearing uncertainty in his voice before they’d even introduced themselves.
Then a sound came through the line, low and smooth, a voice that belonged to
