Jason’s voice was still curling around the room like smoke when I ended the call.

I didn’t even remember pressing the button to hang up only the echo of his laughter, a sound that slithered under my skin and made me want to claw it out. The silence afterward was deafening. I stood there with the phone still in my hand, knuckles white, my chest heaving like I’d just run through fire.

Jaxon’s fury was a living thing. I could feel it before I saw it. He ripped the phone from my hand and ...