Suddenly, she was jerked backwards, hard and fast. She gave a cry as she went, and it was part-shock at falling, and part-relief that the pain of the knife was gone. Joker’s arms weren’t around her anymore, and without them, her balance was thrown. She flailed, trying to get her feet back under her, and she couldn’t.
Then Jax was there, pulling her up and towards him. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other caught behind her knees, and he lifted her. She gasped, still fighting to breathe, and he carried her away from the room, down the hall. Sarah buried her face in his chest, trying to understand how she could be against his familiar body.
What the f**k just happened? How did I get here?
Jax kicked the office door closed behind them, and sat down on the massive leather sofa
