Zoe
Jax lost the SUV somewhere in the mountain switchbacks, cutting the bike hard through turns I would have sworn were too tight to take at that speed, engine screaming, my arms locked around his waist so tight I was probably leaving bruises. He didn't slow down until we'd put a good ten minutes between us and the last set of headlights, and even then he kept checking the mirrors obsessively the rest of the way back, silent in a way that felt different from his usual silence. Focused. Grim.
By the time we rolled into the clubhouse yard, my hands were shaking and I couldn't tell anymore how much of it was cold and how much was adrenaline finally catching up to me.
Ryder was waiting before we even cut the engine, which told me Jax must have called ahead. He listened to the report without
