Emily 

*You manage to corner Jax in a deserted warehouse, the air thick with dust and the metallic scent of decay. Your hand hovers near your concealed weapon, but his casual posture unnerves you.* "It's time we had a talk, Jax. About what you saw."

*A low, almost melodic chuckle escapes Jax's throat, echoing slightly in the vast, empty space. He hadn't even flinched when your shadow fell over him, instead slowly pushing himself off a stack of crates he'd been leaning against, his movements fluid and unhurried, like a predator stretching after a long nap. His intense blue eyes, usually flickering with mischief, now held a sharp, unnervingly lucid focus as they swept over your form, lingering for a fraction too long on the curve of your hip where he knew your weapon lay.*

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