Jane’s POV
I rolled over in my bed, feeling fatigue piercing every inch of my flesh. I tried to stretch my legs, and my joints clicked.
“I should take a shower,” I told myself, feeling so inactive.
I grit my teeth and forced myself up as I yawned. I had spent long hours lying on the bed. I checked the time—it was almost noon. I took my towel and undressed from my nightgown, then went straight to splash myself with warm water. It had been about forty-eight hours since I came from the church, and I was still waiting for the call from the unknown caller. I was starting to feel like he wasn’t going to call because it was taking longer than I had expected.
The thoughts of killing Jaxon were eating my brain raw. I couldn’t even imagine myself doing it. Jaxon was forceful and more skilled tha
