Layla’s POV
The moment Garrison disappeared, Jaxon immediately got himself again. Alexander had somehow receded as Jaxon got up and he was heading somewhere.
“Where are you going?" I asked in a shaky voice, and then he looked back at me. Almost like my voice reminded him of my presence.
“I’m going after him, I need to stop him." he answered.
“Jaxon-don’t.” My voice came out sharper than intended. But he already turned, and headed towards the direction Garrison had vanished into. His body radiated anger once more. I just wished he stopped because I didn't want to see him hurt.
“I won’t let him escape,” Jaxon said. His voice was steady and stable, like steel that was drawn too tight. “Not after the rubbish he’s just spewed.”
I stepped in front of him without thinking.
“Chasing him
