Sam's P.O.V.
Jax opens our shopping bags, takes out a couple of towels, and spreads them on the ground behind the plaza. He gestures for me to sit as he unscrews the bottle of hair dye.
“This isn’t perfect, but it’ll do for now.”
I take the bottle hesitantly. “Are you sure about this?”
He chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with determination. “Positive. If we change our appearance even slightly, it’ll buy us more time before anyone recognizes us.”
With a sigh, I kneel on the towel. My fingers tremble slightly as I start applying the dye to my hair. Jax crouches beside me, focused on mixing his own dye. Watching him handle everything with such calm confidence makes me feel a little braver.
“This feels surreal,” I whisper after a moment. “One minute, we’re running for our lives, and n
