Chapter Twenty Seven

Jaxson rested against the edge of the cot, his backside numbing against the cold floor. He didn’t know how long it had been since Chris left. He wasn’t sure how they’d fallen asleep, apart from it felt right… so right. 

He scrubbed a hand down his face, the surprise of seeing one of the Royal Gammas on the other side of the bars had been a bit of a wake up call. He couldn’t let his guard down. But the idea of being stuck, locked away, alone, held little appeal. 

Would the alternative be any better?

Would there be any extra leniency?

If there weren’t, he’d place them both in danger and he’d still be thrown in the cells and stripped of his rank. He’d wor