A day had crawled by since the chaos of last night.
Roxana stood outside the academy gates, her arms crossed tight against her chest like she was holding herself together. Lunch hour meant the grounds were buzzing with students, but her focus was laser-locked on one specific bastard.
Jax.
He hadn't said a single fucking word to her since last night. Not one. After he'd sent Zharina home with his driver, he'd just gone straight to bed like nothing had happened. No revenge. No punishment. No smug threats about what he'd do to her for eavesdropping and... touching herself while listening.
Just silence.
And that silence was eating her alive.
'This twisted motherfucker. I know what he's doing. This is worse than any punishment. The waiting. The not knowing.'
Roxana had made a decision this morning, one that made her want to vomit. She was going to apologize. Her. Princess Roxana. Apologizing to someone for the first time in her entire gods-damned life.
