Sienna’s body went rigid in Jax’s arms.Her eyes rolled back, and for one terrifying heartbeat, she stopped breathing.“No—no, no, no, no.” Jax caught her as she slumped, her head lolling against his chest. The faint glow of the motel’s emergency light flickered over her face, painting her skin in ghostly red.Her pulse fluttered weakly beneath his fingers, then vanished again.“Come on, Doc. Don’t do this to me.”He dropped to his knees, laying her flat on the grimy carpet. The chemical scent of blood and smoke clung to her. His mind roared. He’d seen men die — too many — but never her. Never this woman who’d stitched him back to life and somehow, in the process, become his reason to fight.Her breathing stuttered. The faint shimmer of silver dust still clung to her skin.Jax grabbed the motel first-aid kit, tearing it open. His fingers moved with mechanical precision — checking airway, pulse, chest. Nothing steady. He needed to keep her heart going.“Come on, Blake,” he muttered thr
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