Chapter 8: The Invitation

Gavin was waiting in the middle of his living room with his arms crossed. "That was fast," he said. "Where's Jax?" I grabbed his shoulders. "How bad is it? Is he—" He caught my wrists and pushed me down onto the couch. "Sit. Relax. Jax is fine." The world tilted. "…Fine." "I needed to talk to you." He put a hand on each armrest and leaned in over me, caging me in. "You still care. Look how fast you came running." "I came for my son." "Nora." His voice dropped into that low register...