The estate became unbearably quiet after the argument.
Silence that sat heavily in the air every time Jax entered a room and every glance between us felt sharp now, controlled and careful. And somehow that hurt worse than the shouting.
Three days had passed since the Kingshade symbol incident in Vivienne’s room and Jax had barely spoken to me unless it was absolutely necessary.
But he watched me constantly. I could feel it
I noticed it across the dining table, from the hallway balcony, during guard shifts outside the training grounds, he was always there. Watching and distant.
To be honest, It was starting to drive me insane.
The tension between us had somehow become worse after the threat which kept ringing and replaying itself in my head.
“Talk about my mother like that again a
