Jefferson's POV
Two days before the confrontation that would change everything, I found myself questioning every decision that had led me to this moment.
"So we're just winging it?" Javier's voice cut through my thoughts as he fiddled with those ridiculous black sunglasses, standing beside me at the entrance to Julian's compound.
I kept my eyes fixed ahead, refusing to acknowledge his theatrical accessories. "The strategy is simple. You keep that mouth of yours shut and avoid provoking anyone who might actually matter."
I could practically feel him rolling his eyes behind those dark lenses. After spending countless hours in his company, I'd learned to read his every annoying gesture. The sooner this business concluded, the sooner I could return to what actually mattered.
Home. Reality. The growing possibility that my future might not include her.
