Solely Mine

A picnic. Disbelief, worry, and pure rage collided inside me all at once. Or maybe it was jealousy? No, that was impossible. I just refused to share my possessions with anyone else, and territorial instinct had nothing to do with being jealous.

Jax had just casually dropped the news that he was taking Maeve—my personal maid—out for an afternoon meal. The words landed like a hard boot straight to