The gavel dropped, the crack echoing through the curved hall. But Lena's eyes were still fixed on the two men sitting in the front row.

How was it possible that there were three Jaxs?

Three different men with the exact same face?

No. Fucking. Way.

The hall was still buzzing with low murmurs but the hammering of Lena's heart against her ribcage was the loudest thing in her ears. A strong hand gripped her arm and pulled her forward onto the stage before she could even register what was ...