Jaxon
My legs move nervously, an involuntary gesture that betrays the subtle irritation that runs through my blood. I stare at the clock hanging on the wall for the umpteenth time, watching the slow advance of the hands, every second that slips away like a sentence.
I am sitting on the sofa in the living room of our hotel room, immersed in a silence full of expectation, my breathing controlled, my gaze wandering between the closed door and the illuminated city beyond the window. We have to go to Morelli's auction, and we are already late.
I don't understand why she is taking so long to prepare. It took me less than two minutes to put on this impeccable black tuxedo, the same one that Mia chose for me with an almost disturbing precision.
The fabric wraps me perfectly, adapting to every
