That sickening feeling deep in Jaxon’s guts only got worse the more he stood still and Aelina got further away from him. But he had to figure out what was wrong.
He looked around, turning as he moved, his heart pounding against his ribs.
Everything looked normal at first sight; it was just a normal day at the airport. But as Jaxon looked harder, he smelled bullshit in the wind.
A woman stood not too far from him, looking confused as she held a phone to her ear; an airport policeman five feet from him looked like he was scolding another man; a businessman three feet from him was too focused on his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys; a cleaner lingered too close to Jaxon.
All this looked normal at first glance, but Jaxon was born into this world, he was a trained assassin and s
