Jaxon’s POV
Sleep stopped being a place and turned into a hallway. Every time I closed my eyes, I walked it long. Narrow with walls that were slick with shadow.
Alexander’s footsteps were always just behind mine, never rushing or slowing. He kept whispering to me how I was losing her, losing them.
This made me wake up. As I did, some growl tore out from my chest. The room was dark and empty.
Layla hadn’t been there when I fell asleep.
She wasn’t there now. She hadn't even been there for a long time now. I told myself it was better that way and safer.
Less for Garrison to use and less for Alexander to touch. I didn’t stop my hand from reaching for her side of the bed anyway.
With these thoughts, I ran a hand through my face. “Damnation,” I muttered the curse and swung my legs ov
