Jaxon's expression was grim. "I need to see Roxanne. I had a bad dream and I can't shake it off."
Cynthia's expression softened. "Roxanne's fine, Jax. She's sleeping. But come in, you look like you've seen a ghost."
Jaxon followed Cynthia inside, his eyes scanning the room frantically. "Where is she? I need to see her for myself."
Cynthia led him to the guest room, where Roxanne was indeed fast asleep. Jaxon's eyes locked onto her, his chest heaving with relief.
"Thank God," he whispered.
Cynthia put a hand on his arm. "What's going on, Jax? You're really scaring me."
Jaxon's eyes never left Roxanne's face. "I had a dream, Cynthia. A dream that felt so real. She died, Cynthia. She f*cking died!"
" Well, as you can see, she's alive and well. You need to stop worrying about her. She'
