Jax's P.O.V.
The door swung open, and the captors strode in with a more deliberate air. One carried a jug of water and a few plastic cups, while the other still clutched that damn phone.
“Good news,” the one with the phone said, his tone dripping with false cheer. “Your parents finally got their heads on straight. Looks like they’re ready to play ball.”
I felt Sam stiffen beside me, and I reached out to squeeze her hand, though my own nerves were barely under control.
The guy with the water crouched down, pouring a cup and holding it up like an offering. “Thirsty?” He looked at each of us before settling his gaze on Sam. “Ladies first.”
Sam hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line.
“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug, then moved toward Cara. She turned her head away, muttering
