The first time Jax saw Lena again after the extraction, she was sitting alone on the balcony of the Reaper safehouse, overlooking the empty skyline. Wind tangled through her hair. Her face was unreadable.
He hated how much he’d missed her. He hated even more that he didn’t know what to say.
“You’re lucky you made it back in one piece,” he muttered, stepping out beside her.
Lena didn’t turn. “You’re lucky I didn’t bleed out in some tunnel.”
His jaw clenched. “Don’t start.”
“You’re the one who started it,” she said, quietly now. “All that yelling, blaming me for being reckless. I made a call. I had to know the truth.”
“You made a stupid call,” Jax snapped. “You almost died trying to chase someone who abandoned you. And if Helena hadn’t shown up—”
“Don’t talk about her like you know he
