A Taste of Her Pain

Jaxon's face went pale. Suddenly, countless images flashed through his mind.

He seemed to see Sloane sitting on the ground, her face as pale as a sheet, being blamed by others; Sloane cowering helplessly in a corner, being scolded; Sloane standing there, panic in her eyes, being interrogated.

And in every one of those scenes, among the figures blaming, scolding, and questioning her, were members o