Jax's POV
Jordan had made it past the door and disappeared.
I exhaled slowly. He would manage to get back to our safe house. Nova would breathe once more.
The guard punched me square in the side where I had been injured. White-hot agony flashed inside my chest. I bent over momentarily, but I did not cry out. Another punch hit me in the face. I spat blood onto the floor and straightened, staring at Elias from across the room.
His face had been smug, but I could see his doubt. He never would have thought to use rogues. The rogues' creator must have known that everyone had to be either dead or busy. I tucked that information away.
They took me down stone steps into the lower depths. The air was colder and damper than before. Behind me, my men followed in a line, their handcuffs rattling
