Seline
One long, tiring hour later and I was still seated, muscles tight, lips pursed, as I stared hard at the fading portrait Iridessa had sent me. Jax's eyes appeared hooded in the shadows, his brows non-existent — a sharp contrast to how they looked a few days ago at the club. He looked younger. Deadlier. His nefarious smirk a slow poison to my guts.
Every inch a killer.
Seated upright on a wooden, rocking chair and holding up the portrait was the grown-up version of the little girl I'd seen in my dream. I recognized those soft blue eyes in reality anywhere, and now that I focused on recalling the events of that disastrous night, as well as the good times before then, I remembered that I'd always saved her from being bullied by some of the bigger pups in our pack. She was mute
