Mrs. Blackwood turned her head and with a softened glare looked at Lola.

She swallowed and clenched her jaw; it was clear that this was a very difficult task at hand for her.

“Lola,” she started and pinched her pearls between her fingers. She smiled, or at least she tried though it looked less human and more like the smile on a ceramic doll that stared in nightmares.

“I apologize if my behavior-“

“No.” Jax interrupted, cutting off the strained apology and ...