** Paige’s POV **

The air in the living room is cooler, and I breathe it in, pressing a hand to my chest, trying to slow the frantic beat of my heart, but the images won’t leave me alone. Hunters smiling at my table. Raising glasses to toast my marriage. Leaning down to pat Jax on the head, their hands inches from his tiny throat.

A sob escapes before I can swallow it. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but it’s useless. The panic floods through me until ...