ROXANNA.
The cool breeze brushed my sweaty face as I lay on the floor, my head resting on Zane's laps.
My body felt heavy and weak, like it had been drained of everything inside me. I was not only exhausted, I was badly dehydrated.
My skin still felt like it was burning, like the fire never truly left me. My head throbbed and my body was hot, yet all that foolish Jax cared about was who helped save my life.
He refused to let it go, and his suspicion was already spreading, even reaching Ash. The tension kept growing, pressing down on my chest and making it harder to breathe.
"If he was helped, I will find out about it, okay?" Ash assured, his voice calm but sharp. His eyes turned to me, searching my face as if the truth would crawl out on its own.
I tried my best to look innocent, forcing myself to stay quiet and still.
"Raze did this. I know for a fact," Jax insisted, pacing back and forth like that would somehow prove his point.
