Jax's P.O.V
Both of us jolted awake at the sound of the knock on the door, followed by my dad’s voice, muffled but clear. “Jax, we need to talk.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Sam stirred beside me, her eyes slowly blinking open.
"Jax?" she whispered, confusion clouding her gaze as she met my frantic eyes.
I quickly leaned over, my voice low and urgent. “Sam, you need to hide. It’s my dad. He wants to talk to me.”
Her eyes widened as the reality of the situation sank in. "What? No—" she started, but I cut her off, my words sharp with panic.
“Please,” I urged. “In the closet, now.”
She hesitated, glancing between me and the door, but I could see the fear and the urgency in my eyes. Without another word, she scrambled out of bed, pulling the
