-- Grizelda --

One last time.

I told myself as I sat waiting for Jax to show up for dinner at an upscale restaurant the next day.

One last time to figure out if he was still worth it or not.

I knew I missed Vicky. But the Vicky I knew was gone. Maybe she never even existed.

I was tired of people stabbing me in the back. I was yet to trust Alexander himself. If only I didn't need his assistance in all of this, I would have preferred he was at a safer distance from me.

I replayed my conversation with Jax on the phone. How I'd texted...