Jax stood there, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Jesse while he spoke to Ellie. Every muscle in his body screamed that he wanted to march right over and confront him, but I couldn’t let that happen. I had to grab Jax by the arm and drag him back inside, my grip firm, my voice steady though my heart was racing.
I knew he believed me—believed that Ellie had something to do with my attack—but we had nothing concrete, no proof to pin on her. And that made the fire in Jax’s gaze all the more dangerous. There was nothing he could do about it, no justice he could mete out without crossing a line. I could feel the tension radiating off him, the kind that could explode in an instant, and I clung to the hope that keeping him inside would be enough to prevent it.
I could only
