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30. Past Scars
Jax POV
The small body goes limp in my hold. The boy weighs nothing even to me at the age of eleven. I can still faintly hear the echo of the boy’s neck as I snapped it.
Easily. So easily. He didn’t resist. Simply stared at me with hollow eyes. It’s better when they fight, the guilt doesn’t eat me up knowing that they still had hope. But the people with defeated resignation make me falter.
I push the body away from me and took a moment to make my face devoid of emotion. No regret. No sadness. No horror or disgust. Just obedience.
A good warrior. A feared warrior. I was both. People saw me coming and either ran or gave up.
I shake my head to rid myself of the stale memory. Yet, the guilt and disgust remains like a dark cloud overhead. Luke made me kill peo
