Jax's P.O.V.
“Sam?” I forced the words out through a dry throat, my voice barely a whisper.
No answer.
I swallowed hard and tried again, louder this time. “Sam! Are you okay?”
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before I finally heard her voice, faint but unmistakable. “Jax?”
I exhaled in relief, my whole body sagging with the weight of her voice. “I’m here. I’m okay. Are you alright?”
Her voice trembled when she responded, “I don’t know... where are we?”
I took a deep breath, trying to push through the panic rising in my chest. I couldn’t tell her I had no idea. “We’re... we’re together, that’s all that matters.”
The silence stretched again, and I felt the sharp pang of fear in my gut. The cold reality of the situation hit me: we were both blindfolded, bound, and trapped somew
