Jax sat down on the bed again, and she moved away from him, curling up and in on herself. He could see her trembling, and something moved in his chest: he hated to see her scared of anything, and most especially of him.
“Sarah.” Jax kept his rough voice as gentle as possible. “I’m not going to touch you, OK? I’m staying right over here… can you turn over and look at me? Let me see you?”
She shook her head, her face still buried in the pillow.
“OK, then. No rush. Just listen to me though, alright?”
She nodded.
“I know what the bunch of us looks like, but not one of us is going to hurt you. That is a promise, Sarah, from me to you.” He paused. “And Mac’s going to take good care of you. He’s a doctor, so he knows what he’s doing.”
That surprised her. She glanced over her shoulder at him
