Nova’s POV
The fight stopped once he sat down on the edge of the bed and took my wounded hand. This time, I didn’t resist, but it was time to change the approach.
“So… this place is enormous,” I began. “How many rooms does it have? Do you ever get lost?”
He didn’t respond and just started to wipe off the blood, cleaned my wounds, and wrapped my fingers in a small bandage.
“The bikes in the garage were pretty fancy. Do you actually use them for racing, or do you use them to abduct girls?”
He didn’t say anything and focused on wrapping the bandage.
“I bet you’re not always this quiet, or maybe I’m a special case?”
Jax finished wrapping my hand and closed the first aid kit. Then, he stood up and walked towards the bedside table, picked up the food tray – a sandwich, some fruits, and a
