Chapter 92 The Docks' Secret

• The phone still buzzed faintly in Jaxon’s hand, as though Jason’s words had left behind an echo. My pulse hammered so hard I thought my ribs would crack. The warehouse felt smaller by the second, its shadows suffocating, pressing me toward choices I didn’t want to make.
• “Talk to me, Jaxon,” I demanded, voice breaking. “What happened at the docks?”
• His eyes met mine, storm-gray and unreadable. I wanted him to speak, to rip the silence apart, to tell me Jason was lying. But his jaw only clenched tighter, his lips pressed into that dangerous line of restraint he always wore when he didn’t want me to know something.