Jax's P.O.V

I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. The remnants of the dream clung to me like a second skin, vivid and unsettling. I blinked, trying to orient myself. The classroom was quiet, the hum of the teacher's voice; a distant murmur. I must have dozed off.

I rubbed my face, trying to shake off the lingering images from the dream.

Why was I dreaming about her? Valentina. The thought of her possibly having cancer sent a cold shiver down my spine. I couldn't even begin to imagine ...