The burner phone in my hand felt like a live grenade pulsing with a rhythm that wasn't mine.
Jax stood at the threshold of the maintenance room, his shoulders squared, his weapon raised, his eyes scanning the shadows for what had haunted me even before I existed.
He didn't believe it was his mother yet. I knew that would take a long time to believe. But he knew one thing for sure.
They were within these walls.
"They’re in the wing," he whispered, his voice a blade of suppressed fury. "They’re in the walls, Lena."
I stayed close to him. So close that fabric of his jacket brushed my arm. I could feel the heat radiating from him in waves.
We checked the rooms one by one because Vivienne’s private quarters was glamorous, suffocatingly silent, and saturated with that haunting scent o
