Theon X Ramsay Novels & Stories

Jaxon gave a polite smile. “My name is Jaxon, Mr. King,” he said, extending his hand toward Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung frowned slightly. “How do you know me?” “I just met Reynez’s mother. She told me about you,” Jaxon replied calmly. The explanation seemed reasonable enough. Jaeyoung nodded and shook his hand. “Myself Jayden King.” Jaxon nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze briefly lowering to Reynez, who was still smiling brightly. “Good night, Jayjay,” Reynez said cheerfully.

I said. Jaxon dropped a bag near the door and looked around the warehouse with the expression of someone evaluating it professionally. He was the same too — big, amber-eyed, the kind of presence that made rooms feel smaller. He looked at Marcus first. “You military?” he said. “Ranger,” Marcus said. “You?” Jaxon considered this. “Chaos professional.” Marcus looked at him for a beat. Then, very slightly, the corner of his mouth moved. “That checks out,” he said.