Jax’s POV
Layla walked right up to me, her eyes flashing with a hurt that had turned to fury. Good. Anger was better than tears. Tears could manipulate. Anger showed the truth.
“Why are you treating me like this?” she demanded, her voice shaking. “Like I don’t matter? Like everything I do is some… some plot against you?” She shoved me in the chest with both hands. It was a weak push, but it was fire. “Speak to me! Or are you too scared to say what you’re really thinking?”
Scared? The word almost made me laugh. I was past scared. I was in the numb, clear place where you make the ugly decisions.
I looked past her at Spider. “Take her to her room. Let her cool off.”
“No!” Layla yelled as Spider and Bullseye moved in. They were gentle but firm, taking her arms. She fought them, squirming
