Jaxx’s Point Of View

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

Graham’s voice thundered across the night air like a whip crack… raw, jagged, trembling with something far beyond anger. His hand clutched the car door so tightly his knuckles turned ghost-white, as if the cold metal frame was the only thing anchoring him to the ground.

I smiled. Not the kind that softened or reassured. No, this was deliberate. Slow. Mocking. A curl of lips so poisonous it might as well have been venom sliding off my ...