I moved through the sawgrass like a shadow, my training screaming in my joints.
I reached the rusted pump house and found Jax’s bike ditched in the tall grass. His phone was lying next to his saddlebag as if it had been discarded; Nara must have been too arrogant to think anyone would find it. It looked like it had been stepped on; the screen was cracked, but it still switched on.
I grabbed it, my fingers flying across the screen. I didn't have time for a conversation. I sent a single text to Cane's private burner: Meet me...Jax. I added the location of the border area where Cane had first taken me when he claimed me.
I slipped inside the pump house through a ventilation grate.
"Jax," I breathed.
A muffled thud came from beneath the floorboards. I scrambled toward the sound, pryin
