Slowly, he walks back upstairs with the food and her drink. Sitting on the bed, he looks at her, her eyes showing her doubt. He will hate her. He already does, even if he doesn't say it.
"Jax, why do you want to know? Honestly, what is the reason? Surely no good can come from me explaining this?" She can't see how it will help. Hell, even Jax isn't sure, but he needs to know. He stays quiet, eating, his eyes fixed on the plate.
"I woke up dressed in a long white robe. I was ready to fight, to scream and kick-off. Hell, even if it meant they killed me. Then the guy said they were watching you. That you were at that location, and they had followed Daniel." Melodie looks at him. His eyes staying fixed down. He was never in danger; they just used him. "Anyway, he said they could see you thro
