Amelia POV
I close my eyes willing myself to an eternal sleep as the looming thought of doomsday threatens to keep me awake.
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“Hey, wake up, sleepy head. You’re late.” Jax drags me off the bed by my ankles causing me to land smack on the floor with a loud thump.
I groan– a mixture of pain and the fear of what lies ahead.
Jax is already dressed in his janitor’s uniform, smoothing out clothes as he stares down at me with an arched brow, noticing I haven’t made the slightest attempt to stand up. “What’s wrong with you?”
I prop myself on my elbows glaring up at him. “You mean apart from you waking me up so uncivilised?”
He rolls his eyes. “If you had gotten up on your own, then I won’t have had to in the first place.” he shakes his head and turns to leave, calling over his sho
