Noah POV

Jacob isn't alone.

Behind him stand Danial and Adam. The border guards who humiliated me days ago.

Jacob is built like a warrior. Broad shoulders. Muscular frame. A gun holster crosses his chest—a sleek Glock pistol tucked inside.

His hands rest on his hips. That sarcastic smile still on his face.

"So this is what you do when you don't have freedom at home?" His voice drips with mockery. "Run to the border to fool around?"

"It's not—" I ...