Jax stayed the entire night in the palace guest quarters.
The bed was soft. The room was luxurious. And he was bored out of his fucking mind.
Knock knock.
The door opened. Adelina stepped inside, still wearing her evening gown.
Jax sat up immediately. 'Oh shit. She came.'
His mind raced. 'She's made her decision. She's here for sex—'
"Are you comfortable?" Adelina asked. "Do you need anything? Extra blankets? Food?"
Jax blinked. "I... what?"
"I just wanted to make sure you're settled in properly." She smiled warmly. "You're our guest, after all."
'Oh. OH. She's just... checking on me.'
"I'm fine," Jax said, his voice flat.
"Good. Sleep well." She turned to leave.
And that was it.
Jax flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
'What the hell was I thinking? Of course she wasn't here for that.'
He laughed bitterly. 'Get your head out of your ass, Jax.'
