The dungeon was silent. But Silas was no longer screaming. That was the part Jax had not planned for. The needle was supposed to break him. Jax had been very confident about this part of the plan.
He had made one mistake. He had forgotten who Silas was before he became anyone's mate. As the drug raced through his blood like liquid fire, the fog lifted. The panic cleared.
And underneath all of it, like a blade waiting quietly in a drawer, Silas felt his training come back. Every lesson from every dark alley in the South. Every fight he had survived when the odds were ten to one. Every moment that had turned a boy from a powerful family into something far more dangerous, a ghost who knew exactly where it hurt most.
