Elena’s POV
“What did you just say?” I stared at Jax, eyes wide. Had I heard him correctly?
He looked at me for a second, then turned back to Damon. Damon still stood in the middle of the empty concrete yard where the warriors lined up every morning. The pistol in his hand was pressed against Aunt Caroline’s forehead.
How could Jax say something like that? Those two were my family, and he knew it. He had met them at my mother’s funeral. The meeting hadn’t been friendly, but that didn’t mean he could just let Damon shoot them.
Jax’s face stayed blank and hard, as if their lives meant nothing.
I looked at Aunt Caroline. Tears ran down her wrinkled cheeks while she squeezed her eyes shut. Her damp hair clung to her face. Both of them were on their knees. Cryselda clutched her chest, stru
