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I’m not safe. The tendrils of crimson that keep sneaking into the edges of my vision tell me I’m on the verge of losing control.

“I have to go. I’m sorry. See if one of those assholes can give you a ride home.” Shrugging off her palm, I stomp into the darkness to my Lambo.

“Jax? Wait!” She tries to reach for me, but I pull away, slamming the door in her face.

She needs to learn I’m toxic.

A leaking battery of acid that ruins everything around me.

No one tells me the truth.

Except Kai.

Sofia even hid my own daughter from me.

I can’t trust anyone.

“Jax!” Her voice is muffled as she beats on my window.

Throwing my hand over the passenger seat, I back wildly out of the driveway.

The road is a quiet place.

There isn’t pretending as the asphalt meets my tires. Purring of the engine is a truth. It tells you immediately when something is wrong.

Speed, distance, time.

That’s what I need.

FIFTY-FIVE

SOFIA

Lara gave me a lift home and sent me hers and Nikolai’s number, just in case I needed them.

Which spikes my anxiety even further.

Pulling my feet up on the couch, I hold the steaming mug of coffee in front of my face.

I know Jax needs space. He made that clear as he left.

It’s a lot to wrap his head around, especially when he’s struggling with Kai’s death. I can’t imagine finding out what having a dead sibling will do.

But, I’m worried. It’s been hours. I won’t be able to sleep until I know he’s coming home.

I just want to be there for him, to help him through this.

Hovering my finger over his number, I hit dial and hold my breath. He might not want to speak to me. I just need to hear his voice. I’ll at least know where his head is at.

“Jax?” I whisper as soon as it connects. Relief courses through me that he’s not sending me straight to voicemail.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

I try to keep the panic out of my voice. “Are you okay?”

I can hear the loud shouting in the background.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He pauses.

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