“Jaxon ”

“Not now, Raven.”

The SUV was a blur of motion as he weaved through late-night traffic like the laws of physics were optional. Neon signs bled color across the windshield, but his eyes stayed locked on the road ahead, hard and unblinking.

Raven gripped the handle above her door, not from fear of the speed, but from the energy radiating off him a tightly coiled storm she couldn’t read.

She had seen him furious. She had seen him cold. But this… this was ...