NYRA’S POV

I was reeling, shaking, anger rolling through me My chest felt fucking tight, every breath jagged, every step behind Jaxon a betrayal to myself. His pace was steady, arrogant even, shoulders straight as though the entire damn world already belonged to him. And maybe it did. Because wasn’t that what I’d been reduced to? A piece in his plan. A weapon chained to his side.

I hated him. I hated this. I hated the way his back drew my eyes even when I wanted to claw it open. He ...