“Who… are you?” I managed to whisper once again.
“Lena, come to my room. We can't talk about this here.”
“No.” My voice shook badly. “Explain. Explain all of it.”
Jax stared at me for a long second while the corridor lights continued flashing red around us. Blood still stained parts of the wall behind him.
The metallic smell of it sat heavily in the air and every time I looked at his hands, I remembered claws.
Actual claws.
His jaw tightened before he slowly held his hand out toward me.
I hesitated because thirty minutes ago I would've reached for him without thinking and now my brain kept replaying the sight of him tearing through another human being like something born to kill.
But somehow I still trusted him more than anyone else standing there which probably made me feel like
