7. What Do We Do?

Jax drove in the opposite direction to the packhouse, fighting the urge to put his foot down on the gas.

How had he not sensed them approaching the hotel? Or had they been there all along, but he was distracted by his worry about Layla and her dad?

Since Layla went out first, he couldn’t be sure if they saw her face or if her eyes were still glowing. Would the Hunters have sensed them? Masking himself became second nature to him, but Layla had been on the verge of losing control.

“What are we going to do?” Layla whispered.

“Nothing. We’ll go and lay low for a few days until they go. I sensed only a few of them; they might be passing through.”

Those words did nothing to ease his mate, and they didn’t ease his mind. Had he missed something? He’d been carefully watching the new employees at his hotel, but most of the ones he’d gotten rid of were still in town. He was still watching them, too. Still monitoring their calls and emails. But he was aware he couldn’t watch the whole cit