Jax's POV
Walking into the room through the shattered doorway, stepping on splinted wood under my boots.
Robert stood near the staircase, his thick fingers tangled in Nova's hair. I held back, my fist clenching. He had no right to hurt her.
Nova's eyes darted to mine, her chest heaved as her facial muscles relaxed for only a second then replaced by pure panic as she noticed the dark pulsing veins on my neck.
My consciousness fought to regain control and when it did, I spoke. “Robert. Let her go.”
Robert yanked her hair harder, making her flinch and hiss in pain. Her teeth sunk down her lips.
That hurt more than my feral madness. Her watery eyes made me want to tear his limbs off.
“Why?” Robert teased, his sneer evident. “Is she yours?” His expression brightened to a dark evil
