The morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds of the clubhouse like weak, golden threads. It was warm, almost oppressively so, and far too bright after the endless, brutal night. Jax had pushed himself to the limit, and beyond. He’d barely slept, running on adrenaline and the raw, lingering fear for Lila, and the unexpected ache for Sarah.He heard the quiet movements from her room, the soft rustle of fabric. He knew what she was doing. Knew she wouldn't stay.Sarah folded her few clothes into the duffel bag slowly, methodically. There wasn’t much to pack—a few borrowed T-shirts, some worn jeans, the oversized Blackfangs sweatshirt Jax had given her. Still, every piece felt heavier than it should. Loaded with the weight of choices. Of escape. Of survival.The soft, firm knock at the door was almost inaudible over the hum of his own exhaustion.He knew it was him before she even spoke. He felt her presence, a quiet pull.Jax leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest
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