MasukRichard looked at her as she laughed. She stared back.“Did I volunteer?”“No.”“Did Mara?”“No.”“Cruz?”“No.”Richard’s jaw tightened.Amelia’s voice dropped.“Did Jaxon?”My father said nothing.I felt Rory move beside me.Amelia nodded.“That’s what I thought.”I looked at him.“You said I went willingly.”“You did.”“To help her.”“Yes.”“Did I know what they were going to do to me?”“No.”There it was.The truth.Small.Ugly.Finally honest.I stepped closer.“You let me stay.”Richard’s face tightened.“I was trying to get you out.”“You stood behind glass.”“Voss told me the procedure had already begun.”“You could have opened the door.”“I tried.”“You told me to be still.”His eyes changed.“Yes.”“Why?”“Because every time you fought the restraints, your heart rate went higher.”The room blurred around the edges.I remembered.Leather against my wrists.A light.Someone saying my name.My father behind glass.Be still, Jaxon.I had thought he was ordering me.Maybe he was.
The problem with remembering your childhood twenty-two years late was that every lie you had ever believed suddenly had somewhere to die.I stared at my father.He stared back.Around us, the house seemed to hold itself still.Amelia stood halfway up the staircase beneath the floor. Rory was beside me. Bennett and Cruz still had their weapons raised. Mara looked as though someone had reached inside her chest and pulled out a ghost.But all I could see was Richard Kane.My father.Alive.Standing twelve feet away from me while a memory I had apparently spent most of my life without continued unfolding inside my head.A door.A book in my hands.A girl sitting on the floor on the other side.My own voice.Younger.Higher.Annoyed because I could not pronounce a word.Then another memory.Rain against a car window.My father shouting at someone on the phone.My mother crying.A building I had never seen before.Except I had.I had seen it in dreams.For years.“You came looking for me.”
I looked at Richard and said, “She knew the genetic condition was fake.”“Yes.”My anger rose instantly.“Then why did she use it?”Richard’s eyes moved to my stomach.“To stop this.”Jaxon moved so fast I barely saw it.One second he was beside me.The next, his fist connected with Richard’s face.Bennett shouted.Richard staggered backward into the doorway.The men outside reached inside their coats.Bennett’s agents aimed immediately.“Hands!”Everything exploded into movement.I grabbed Jaxon’s arm.“Jaxon!”He tried to move again.I held tighter.“Don’t.”“Let go.”“No.”“Rory.”“You hit him once.”“He deserves more.”“I’m sure he does.”Richard straightened slowly.Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.He lifted one hand toward the men outside.They stopped.No weapons drawn.Interesting.Richard wiped the blood with his thumb.Then looked at Jaxon.“I deserved that.”“Don’t agree with me.”Richard almost smiled.That made Jaxon move again.I planted myself in front of him.
I had imagined meeting Jaxon’s dead father before, but in none of those versions did he begin by objecting to our unborn child.For several seconds, nobody moved.Rain came through the open doorway behind Richard Kane, blown sideways by the wind and landing in dark spots across the wooden floor. Four men stood farther back in the driveway. I could see another vehicle beyond them, headlights cutting through the rain.Jaxon stood directly in front of me.Completely still.That frightened me more than if he had shouted.I knew his anger.I knew what it looked like when his jaw locked and his shoulders tightened and every word became so controlled that the control itself was a warning.This was different.His father had been dead for fifteen years.Except he wasn’t.Apparently, death had become more of a suggestion than a permanent condition for the people involved in our lives.Richard’s eyes stayed on Jaxon.“You weren’t supposed to get her pregnant.”Jaxon laughed.One short sound.The
I laughed once.The sound hurt me. Still, I managed to say, “I asked him to help me.”“Jaxon.”“He told me to be still.”Rory’s eyes filled.I looked away.I could survive anger.Pity would kill me.She knew that too.“I’m not feeling sorry for you,” she said.I looked at her.“I’m deciding which dead man I want to kill first.”A breath escaped me.Almost a laugh.Almost.Her hand found mine again.I held it.Mara rubbed her throat.“Richard believed he was protecting you.”I looked at her.“Choose your next sentence carefully.”“He believed Voss could fix something.”“What?”Mara hesitated.I took one step toward her.Rory stayed beside me.“What?”“You.”The word landed softly.That made it worse.“There was nothing wrong with him,” Rory said.Mara looked at her.“I did not say there was.”“You said his father wanted Voss to fix him.”“Yes.”“What did he think needed fixing?”Mara looked at me.“The same thing Evelyn eventually told Rory was genetic.”My entire body went cold.Rory
The first memory I ever lost was of a girl holding my hand while a building burned around us.I remembered her eyes.That was the part I could not get rid of.Everything else came in pieces.Smoke crawling along the ceiling. Red lights pulsing through a corridor. Someone shouting behind a locked door. My bare feet against a floor so cold it hurt. A woman screaming for us to keep moving.Then the girl.Small.Terrified.Her fingers locked around mine.Jack.She had called me Jack.No one called me that anymore.My mother had when I was young. My father had used it exactly twice that I remembered, both times before I was old enough to understand why hearing affection from him felt more frightening than anger.But the girl had said it differently.Like she knew me.Like she had said it a hundred times before.And now that girl was standing ten feet away from me with a gun in her hand.Cruz stared at me.“What did you call me?”The house had gone silent after Voss spoke.The anchor rememb
The news alert came while I was brushing my teeth.TITANS CAPTAIN JAXON KANE AND FEMALE PLAYER RORY CALLAHAN: LOVE MATCH OR PR STUNT? INSIDE SOURCES SUGGEST RELATIONSHIP MAY BE FABRICATED.I stared at the screen so long toothpaste slid down my chin.For one strange second, I did not move. I just st
Jaxon,Per our discussion, the amendment is finalized. Five-million-dollar bonus will be paid upon resolution of the female player situation within twelve months of signing. Current status: four months remaining.Resolution defined as: voluntary resignation, trade acceptance, or contract terminati
By six in the morning, I had cleaned my apartment twice and hated myself for the third time before sunrise.The kitchen counters were spotless. The living room rug had been vacuumed so aggressively it probably needed therapy. I had rearranged the throw pillows, wiped down the windows, scrubbed the
By six forty-three, I had tried on six outfits and hated every single version of myself.The black dress made me look like I was attending a funeral which, to be fair, was close enough. The red one looked like I was trying too hard. The jeans said I had not tried at all. The cream blouse looked too







