Nova’s POV
The way Jax looked at me after the phone call sent something cold slithering down my spine, because whatever softness had flickered across his face moments ago had vanished completely, swallowed whole by something darker.
He stood near the window with one hand clenched around his phone while the other flexed at his side like he was restraining himself from punching through the wall. Pale morning light cut across the scar over his brow, sharpening every hard angle of his face.
Something happened.
And somehow, I already knew it had something to do with me.
I slowly sat up straighter on the bed. “What?”
His eyes lifted to mine instantly. “Nothing.”
“Liar.”
A tense silence stretched between us before he slipped the phone into his pocket and started walking toward me, his hea
