Bond Rekindled

Elvira – First Person POV

Jaxon was never the type to look weak. He carried the weight of a pack, the stubbornness of a king, and the arrogance of a man who thought he could wrestle fate into submission. Which is why the sight of him slumped against the dining chair after breakfast made something sharp twist in my chest.

“You don’t look good,” I murmured, brushing crumbs off the table while sneaking a glance at him. His skin looked pale under ...