Jaxon stayed silent, but his body betrayed him. His fists trembled on his knees, the tendons pulling tight against his skin. He didn't need to say a word. His whole frame proved that he wanted nothing but revenge.
Riya saw it, a glimmer of satisfaction flickering in her eyes. She knew her words had hit him perfectly. Jaxon was teetering at the edge; all he needed was the smallest nudge, and he'd fall exactly where she wanted.
"Think about your mother," she said with feigned sympathy. "Imagine the kind of misery she is enduring. Alone. Away from her husband. Away from her only son. Do you think she is safe? Do you think she is even living decently?"
Jaxon's throat tightened at the thought of his mother suffering somewhere alone.
"And all of it is because of Zara." She paused, watching him, waiting for the reaction she knew would come. "Do you want to just let her go? After everything?"
The dam inside him broke.
