Astrid locked the door behind her and turned to Jax.
Jax, who had faced kings and popes and entire armies without flinching, was genuinely afraid of the girl standing between him and the only exit.
And the moment she turned around, her real emotions were on full display. No audience meant no mask. What Jax saw was raw pain hiding behind wrathful eyes that had already started going wet because of his foolishness.
Before he could say a single word she charged at him. Grabbed his collar with both hands and shoved him backward. His feet dragged across the marble until his back slammed into the wall.
"You liar. You cheat."
Then she used her full body. Legs sweeping his footing while her hands wrenched him sideways and brought him crashing down onto the marble floor.
And as he hit the ground she was already on top of him. Knee pressed into his chest. Left hand bunching his collar. Face inches from his. Eyes burning through the tears she was refusing to release.
