Sianna held a wet towel out toward Jax. Once he worked out for what it was, he took it and wiped the blood from his face first, then his hands.
"I still can't tell what you're really after, Your Majesty," Jax said, dragging the towel across his knuckles. "But whatever it is, I'm not about to complain about having someone like you standing on my side."
The same easy smile, the same light tone, and the threat slid in underneath them without changing either. "Just keep one little thing in mind. The moment you get clever and start spinning something behind my back, you'll be the next one whose blood I'll be—"
She cut him off. "It won't come to that. I have nothing I could hand you that would prove my intentions, so I'll simply ask you to decide for yourself, once this war is over, whether I held to my resolve or whether I was scheming the whole time."
