Jax Digital Circus X Reader Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on.” Before he could stop me, I snatched his phone from the cup holder and immediately started scrolling through it. My expression twisted in horror. “Jaxon.” “What?” “There are no songs here.” “There are.” “No, there aren't. There are podcasts, recordings, battle reports, and what appears to be an audiobook about military strategy.” Daniel snorted. Ryan looked mildly interested for the first time all trip. “What kind of psychopath drives for hours without music?” “The productive kind,” Jaxon replied.

Jax was inside the circle. Not all the way. Just his upper body, arms, head and shoulders, forced through the invisible wall like he was shoving through thick ice. His face was red, veins bulging, his four scars no longer just glowing but bleeding white light down his neck. His yellow eyes locked on mine. “Amelia!” His voice tore raw with the effort. “Don’t. Don’t drink it. You don’t need it. I’ll get you out. I’ll kill every one of them tomorrow—”