Sienna 

He stood in front of me.

Chest rising.

Eyes sharp.

Jaw tight.

“Give me my phone,” Jaxon repeated.

My hands shook so badly I pressed the phone to my chest instead of handing it over.

“I need to tell you something first.”

His eyebrows pulled together.

“Sienna…”

“No,” I whispered. “Please… let me say it before you look.”

He went still.

Completely still.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Talk.”

My throat felt like it was scraping glass, but I forced ...