JAX’S POV
Ten minutes later, we shoved the van straight through the rusted corrugated doors of an abandoned lumber warehouse three miles down the road.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind us, cutting off the sunlight and leaving us in the dusty, cool shadow of the concrete building.
I didn't even wait for the dust to settle.
The second Val cut the van's engine, I yanked the driver’s side door open. She was sitting back against her seat, her breath coming out in fast, shallow puffs, her hands still trembling slightly from the raw adrenaline of ramming a two-ton SUV on a mountain cliff.
I reached in, grabbed her under her arms, and hauled her straight out of the cab.
"Jax!" she gasped.
I slammed her back flat against the cold metal side panel of the van, stepping right into her thighs
