I know I lunged for his face, ready to claw him, arms and fingers stretched, ready to tear him down and make him feel the pain I felt. It wasn't just what I wanted, it was the only thing I could do. And yet, Rome held me off, pulling me back away from him and the circle of people that had formed. Through the haze of what I remember, one particular image stood out, clear as blood on white linen. Jax's stone-cold face as he looked on at me fighting to get to him. He didn't look scared or sad or remorseful. He didn't look like any emotion at all. Then, Jay walked right up to him and punched him
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