Chapter 97 The Cycle
- Isla slipped quietly into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Jaxon’s, which were barely open.
- “Hey,” she whispered gently.
- Slowly, Jaxon turned his head toward her. “Isla,” he murmured, weakly lifting his hand. She reached out and clasped it without hesitation, sinking into the chair beside his bed. She brought his hand to her lips, kissing it softly as her eyes brimmed with emotion.