Frank scoffs loudly, trying to mask his unease with bravado. “She needs a ride,” he says gruffly, gesturing toward me like I’m some kind of possession he has authority over.
Jaxon doesn’t even blink. “Then I’ll take her.”
“She’s my responsibility,” Frank growls, taking a step forward as if he actually believes he has any claim over me. His hand twitches toward my arm. Before he can reach me, Jaxon moves.
It happens so fast I barely register it until I’m pressed against Jaxon’s side, his arm draped protectively across my shoulders.
“Not anymore,” Jaxon says flatly.
I glance up at him from beneath the curtain of my hair and catch sight of his expression—cold and unrelenting as stone— it’s his eyes that hold me captive. They’re locked on Frank with an intensity that makes even me want to
