47. No One To Trust

Jax looked over at the woman still sitting on the bed, in the same spot she’d been in all day. She was in no state to be put through anything else.

Those fuckers. They should have listened to him.

‘Keep them at the gate. I’m coming.’

He stood and stretched, paying attention to Layla’s emotions. At least she’d got used to him being in the room; she hadn’t flinched at any movement for a while.

“I’m going to check on a few things before I sleep,” he said as he walked over to her. “You should get some rest.”

He didn’t like the look she had in her eyes as they followed his movements. She was still looking at him as if he was the enemy, and that was crushing him. He was in an uncharted place with his emotions, stuck somewhere between his rage and his need to protect her. Protect her from his pack, from the Circle, from the witch coming after her. From himself.

Because while he’d had nothing but his thoughts to accompany him, he had realised he was dangerously close to marking her, and tha