"You're right... you're not my concern," I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as I looked at Jax, "but you looked terrible the last time I saw you, and I was worried about you."
He groaned, and sat back down on the bed.
"You don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."
"I don't believe you."
He looked at me, and he was smiling slightly.
"I'm fine, Talia... really. But if the Emperor wants to get rid of me, I'm sure something will happen. I'm probably going to get killed in my next fight if you don't leave soon."
"He's not going to have you killed."
He shook his head, and I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he thought I was being naive.
"I guess you've experienced a far more reasonable side of him than I have."
I laughed, dryly.
"I may have seen a different side, bu
