Jax's P.O.V.
The night was supposed to be perfect. For once, things seemed to be falling into place. I’d won Homecoming King—something I didn’t even care about—and now I had Sam, who looked like a damn vision in that dress, by my side. Yet, as we stood near the edge of the dance floor, surrounded by flashing lights and laughter, a storm brewed inside me.
I could tell she felt it too. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and every time she glanced at her phone, her face tightened just a little more.
“What’s wrong?” I finally asked, leaning in close so no one else could hear.
She hesitated, biting her lip before handing me her phone. I didn’t need to read it twice.
“We need to talk. Be careful who you trust.”
Cara.
My jaw clenched as I stared at the screen. The message made no sense
