With every step Ashrah took toward him, Jax was frantically running the numbers on his next move. 'Damn it. What do I do here? She looks half-dead, sure, but I still can't fight a monster like her. She'd tear me into ribbons the second she figured out the man she's this obsessed with is the same one after her life.'
'And if I don't fight her? Then I still die, just in a far worse way. My only real play is to stall ten more minutes until I can call Malice back and tilt the odds a little. The problem is, will this woman even listen to a word I say?'
He caught the raw possessiveness swimming in her eyes and felt his stomach drop. 'Why does she look like she wants a reward for this? A little head-pat for butchering everyone in the whole grove? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I am completely screwed.'
And right there, mid-panic, his gaze fell on the invisibility cloak still balled up in his hand, the one Sianna had given him.
