“Get in the car.”

Jaxon’s voice was low, lethal, and left zero room for argument except that Raven had never been particularly good at following orders.

She stood on the dock, chest still heaving from the adrenaline of the fight, her palms slick from gripping the pistol. “I’m not a dog you can just ”

“Now, Raven.”

The way his eyes burned into hers stopped the rest of her protest dead in her throat. It wasn’t just anger there, it was fear. Not for himself. For her. And ...