Dhalia POV
The feeling of being safe is short-lived.
“Oh, Sweetness,” Jax’s voice cuts through the darkness, and I tense instantly. Blake pulls us deeper into the shadows, trying to keep us hidden.
“Sweetly, so sweetly, I will find you,” Jax’s voice is low, taunting, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Blake’s hand clamps over my mouth, trying to muffle my breathing.
“I can smell you, Sweetness. And I’m guessing Blake is trying to silence you, but he’s failing—I can hear your breathing,” Jax continues, his voice laced with amusement.
I stop breathing, terrified that even the sound of my heartbeat might give us away. But Jax chuckles, as if he can sense my fear. “I bet you bleed so sweetly on my knife and taste just as sweet on my tongue.”
Before I can react, I’m yanked out of Blake’
