"Thanks," I let the breath go, my entire body relaxing a bit.
"Don't thank me yet," Wystan inhales a sharp, audible breath. It almost sounds like a hiss, a hiss that did not sound good one bit. I stare at Ryder, eyebrows raised as if he could hear what Wystan was saying, and as he holds my gaze, he grounds me. Ryder ankers me, smothering me with a soft look of care.
He is here. He is with me.
"You and the lawyers have a meeting with Jax and his lawyer, in about forty minutes." Wystan says softly, apologetically. My heart squeezes, the air in my lungs threatening to evaporate from my body all together.
"Did you hear me?" Wystan asks, raising his voice a little.
"Yes. I did." I heave out, "I have to get ready, send me the details." The words fumble as I speak, but I end the call, hop
