Something in his gaze made my pulse pick up, something dark lurking in its depth. “Those scars,” he murmured. “Did your Alex create them?”

Oh. Now I understood the look. “No,” I said quickly and without thinking put my hand on his. His eyes cut down to our hands then back up to me. “He never hit me. He wouldn’t. He adores me.” That sounded vain, but it was the truth. Alex was certainly a violent man, but not to me

Jaxon chuckled. “I can see why he does.” I bit my lip, surprised by his words. “Who gave you those scars then?”

“When I was young, I loved to...