7
JAX
Keradoc?” I asked. “Are you high? Wait—don’t answer that.”
“Then don’t ask.”
“Saint, there’s no way. No f*****g way. Besides, Haley said she needs to get the blood without killing him.”
“Everyone needs something, Jax. Sometimes I can meet those needs, sometimes I can’t.”
“And most of the time, you just plain won’t.” I sipped my bourbon, half-wishing it was as good as Devil’s Dream at obliterating my thoughts. “Why would you risk your life for a doomed assassination attempt on Keradoc?”
“For f**k’s sake. He’s the warlord responsible for the g******e of tens of thousands of people. Do I really need a reason?”
“He’s the warlord you smuggled weapons for in the Hollow. Your drug enterprise is probably still funding half his campaigns.”
“Our drug enterprise. And as for the things
