I shouldn't have opened it. Every instinct told me not to. But as usual, I decided to be stubborn.
I opened the door, expecting to see Dante standing in front of my door with something he thought I needed or something he forgot to tell me.
“Dante I said…”
My mouth hung open.
It wasn't Dante, and he wasn't coming to give me any new instruction or rule of staying in his home. It was the last person I was expecting to see and the last person I wanted to see after my very long day.
Jax.
Anger swelled within me immediately and I rolled my eye. “What are you doing here?”
He raised a bag up slowly without saying a word.
I looked at him, and then the bag. “I don't want your gift.”
“I'm not here to bring gifts either,” he shot back at me coldly and I felt a shiver run up my spine.
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