Chapter 467

Piper's POV

I stood at the window, fingers curling around the edge of the heavy curtain, peering through the narrow gap. Rain streaked down the glass in thick sheets, blurring the world beyond, but even through the downpour, I could see Jaxon.

He was kneeling in the mud, soaked to the bone, his posture wild and desperate. His mouth moved in broken, frantic patterns. I couldn't hear a word-my world