The image burned into the screen like a brand on Jaxon’s mind. Raven. Limp. Vulnerable.

Every muscle in his body went rigid, his grip on her wrist tightening before he yanked her to her feet not out of aggression this time, but like he needed her standing, alive, here.

“Who the hell were they?” His voice was sharp, lethal, cutting through the space between them.

Raven’s throat felt tight. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen them before.”

He didn’t believe her. She could see it ...