Blake’s POV
The moment my eyes flutter open, I know something’s wrong. My body feels heavy, like I’m moving through quicksand. My limbs ache, and there’s a strange fog clouding my thoughts, making it hard to piece everything together. But then it hits me, sharp and clear, like a blade slicing through the haze.
Jax.
The memory slams into me with the force of a hurricane. His hand on my arm. The sting of the needle. The way my body betrayed me as my mind spiraled, trying to stay in control even as it slipped away. And his voice, low and calm, whispering, “You need to sleep.”
My chest tightens, and nausea churns in my stomach as the full weight of what he did sinks in. He took my choice. He decided for me, like I wasn’t capable of making my own decisions. My hands clench into fists, the d
