Layla’s POV
The world outside the window was a painting in terrifying colors—blood red sunset, deep purple shadows in the canyon—but I wasn’t allowed to see it anymore.
The moment Jax got that text, everything changed. The boys came for me fast. Not asking. Telling.
“Inside, Layla. Now.” It was Spider, his face grim, his hand not quite on my arm but close enough.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my heart hammering.
“Boss’s orders. You’re on escort detail. 24/7. No exceptions.” He and another Reaper named Bullseye fell into step beside me, herding me back into the main station like I was a stray calf. They didn’t explain. They just positioned themselves. One by the door, one by the window. Human walls.
Jax was a flurry of activity, barking orders into a radio, his face like granite. He d
