"Tell me who sent it," Jax demanded with a razor sharp voice. He blocked my path to the door and shoulders were rigid.
He looked frightened, almost ready to break something.
"I told you," I said. "I don't know."
"An anonymous sender? In a house this guarded?"
"I don't know, Jax!" I pushed past him, but he caught my wrist with an iron grip. It was possessive, holding me in place while my heart hammered against my ribs.
"You're lying," he said.
"I don't need you to believe me." I replied.
"I need you to stay alive." The way he said it almost made my whole being soften.
"Is that why you're holding me?" I looked at him, ready to scream and collapse. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and never come out.
"You're obsessed with the message," I continued. "You're not even looking at
