Jolene remained quiet as Jaxon drove her home. She slowly looked at the man who had saved her back there, and her heart skipped a beat.

His jaw was still clenched, untamed anger emanating from him as he focused on the road.

"Does your hand hurt?" he asked, his voice harsher than usual.

Jolene looked down at her slightly red palm. She had hit Jemima eleven times. Jemima's face was swollen and red, with blood on her lips and nose. The sight was satisfying.

"It stings a little, but it's worth it," she replied. Jaxon gave her a brief look before returning his gaze to the road. "Thank you for...