Jax's POV
I halted my steps, turning my body fully to Jordan. "How many times has Dane been stationed on patrol?"
"Thrice." Jordan did not hesitate. "This month. He got a few last month. Why?"
"And how many times did he get attacked and was the only one to come back alive?”
“Where are you going with this…?” his words hung unfinished.
Jordan blinked, his eyes tracking up to the sky as he counted. His gaze dropped back to me, his jaw slack. "Hell, nah. He wouldn't dare.”
“He might,” I finished.
We sprinted into the main mansion. I took the stairs two at a time, shoved open the door to my private study, and went straight for the filing cabinets. I yanked out the folders containing the attack reports of every patrol unit from the last month, scattering the papers across the desk.
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