In the last installment of Cabin Fever
In the first installment of Cabin Fever
Mason’s voice hung in the dark, rough and uncertain. “Jax….” He trailed off, the name sounding heavier than it should between stepbrothers. Jax stayed frozen, chest still heaving from the aftershocks, his mind racing through excuses and denials that all felt useless now.
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