Every single gaze in the room was locked on Jax. Anger. Horror. Disbelief. But above all, they were petrified.
His confession had done what no army could. It had frozen the most powerful people in the world in their seats.
Everyone except one.
The Martial Academy head stood up. His massive body uncoiled from the chair like a weapon being drawn.
He launched himself at Jax with lightning speed, his bulk tearing through the heavy table between them as if it were made of wet paper. Splinters and documents scattered in every direction.
His bicep wrapped around Jax's throat before anyone could blink. A deadlock choke. The kind designed to crush windpipes and end conversations permanently.
Jax was in pain. The pressure on his neck was monstrous. But he wasn't resisting. His arms hung at his sides. His eyes darted from one figure in the room to another. And behind that massive bicep squeezing the life out of him, he was smiling.
