Maze Runner Janson Novels & Stories

Jaxon traced his thumb over her wrist where he’d held her down earlier. “You’re going to ruin me,” he muttered, half to himself. “Pretty sure we’re ruining each other,” she murmured back, curling against him. For a rare moment, he looked almost human. Not the Don, not the man who ran an empire, but just Jaxon, quiet, thoughtful, dangerous in a different way. “Zane’s moving faster than I thought,” he said finally. “Too many shipments are getting intercepted. Someone’s feeding him intel.” “Someone in your crew?” Raven asked carefully.