ROXANNA.
Time seemed to slow down when I needed it to move fast. The students watched with calm faces as I was tied to a wooden cross, placed right at the center of the crowd like a display meant for their amusement.
I knew I was done the moment Jax joined them. He stood close to Ash, wearing his favorite color, red. It suited him too well, not just his fair skin but the anger and ugliness that lived inside him.
My chest rose and fell fast at the sight of him. Jax was not here by chance. He was here to make things worse for me, and I was very sure of that.
A smile curved his lips when he realized I was the one going through the welcoming ritual.
It was slow and satisfied, the kind that told me he was enjoying every second of this.
To Jax, vengeance was everything, and this was the perfect chance to reach me, especially since Azrael was nowhere around to save me.
