Margret's Pov

“What are you doing here?”

"What’s making you happy? You were humming as you entered." Jax asked.

I turned toward the small wooden table, pulling the strap of my bag off my shoulder. I began removing my things—my keys, a pack of gum, and the rest.

"Nothing much," I said. I kept my back to him. "I just got someone out of the way. Permanently, I hope."

I heard the creak of the chair as he leaned forward. "Let me guess. Was it Mara?"

I stopped, my hand hovering over the table. I turned my head just enough to catch the glint of his eyes. "How did you...