Alex's POV
I kept staring down at my hands, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from asking the question that had been screaming inside my head since the moment Jaxon dragged me into this cave.
Five full minutes of silence had passed. Maybe even more.
We sat there, him leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him and his arms crossed like he didn’t want the world to touch him. And me? I sat on the cold floor with my legs pulled to my chest and eyes fixed on my fingers like they had the answers I needed.
After he’d snapped at me with that "no questions allowed," I had forced my lips shut, but the thoughts didn’t stop. Not for a second.
Why was there a sleeping bag in this cave? Why was there a chair, like an actual old chair, that looked like it had b
