Jaxon’s POV.
Something about her was off.
I couldn’t just ignore the feeling, no matter how much I tried to convince myself it was all in my head. Keira was different—and not in a “she survived death and got stronger” kind of way. No, this was deeper. It was in her eyes, in her manner… it was difficult to explain.
She used to flinch when I raised my voice. But today she talked back to me whenever she felt like it. She used to tiptoe around me.
She used to be quiet, forgettable, somehow she always stayed hidden even though she looked good. Now, she was anything but that.
Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
And maybe that was the problem.
I sat in my office chair, fingers drumming on the armrest. The memory of our last conversation played again in my head, her in nothing but a to
