The voice climbed the wooden stairs one slow step at a time. Elara sat naked on the dusty cot with Jax’s seed still warm between her thighs and the cold metal of the gun already in his hand. Dawn light poured through the four dirty windows and turned every dust mote into a floating spark. Outside, the forest stretched in every direction, gray and endless. Inside the small lookout cabin the air felt too thin to breathe.Jax moved to the open doorway and pressed his back to the wall beside it. His bare chest rose and fell in steady pulls. The bruise on his jaw looked darker in the new light. He glanced once at Elara and mouthed a single word.Dress.She pulled the wet jeans up her legs with shaking fingers. The denim stuck to her skin. Her shirt followed, buttons mismatched in her hurry. The leftover ache of him inside her made every movement a reminder of how little privacy they had left. Strangers had filmed them. Strangers had tracked them. Now strangers were climbing the only high g
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