POV: Dinah
The moment Jax says the words, inviting me to take the seat that belongs to the Luna, the air in the room snaps tight like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point.
It isn’t just Mara who freezes with her mouth half-open in shock, but Luna Isolde’s face darkens instantly, the shadows under her eyes deepening as her displeasure rolls off her in waves.
With a sharp clack that sounds like a gunshot in the silent room, she sets her silverware down on the mahogany table.
"Jax," she snaps, her voice cracking like a whip. "Watch your mouth."
Jax might joke around all day and play the fool, but he isn't stupid, and he knows the difference between his mother’s annoyance and her genuine wrath.
The look on Isolde’s face makes it clear she is truly displeased, her lips pressed in
