Chapter 322

Third Person's POV

The room was barely a room at all.

Cramped. Damp. Mold clung to the walls like parasites. A single folding cot occupied the far corner, surrounded by a scatter of worn clothes and lifeless daily necessities. The sour scent of mildew hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Cobwebs draped the ceiling like a burial veil.

Jaxon stood at the doorway, fists clenched at his sides.

His