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take his in a peace offering. Our connection zings to my heart, and a surge of warmth makes me mean it when I say, “Thank you for keeping me alive.”
    His grip is strong when he squeezes my fingers back. “You’re welcome.”
    I look at Jax and think about what kind of man he is. He saved me from death before he even knew anything about me. He stood up for me in front of his alpha, which I think had to be a big deal. Now he’s trying to keep me away from Tori and give me time to accept being with him.
    He glances at me and smiles. I smile back as I think about how last night he wouldn’t screw me, even though I practically begged for it. I don’t think he’s playing games. I think he really does believe we’ll spend the rest of our life together, and I wonder what will happen to him when his true mate disappears. I ask, “Do werebear get married if they never find a true mate?”
    Jax nods. “They can. But it’s rare, because if your true mate comes along, you can’t help but love them more than the one you’re with.”
    “Wow. That’s harsh.”
    “Yeah. Mostly older people who have lost their true mate marry someone else. I suppose it’s better than being alone.”
    I can’t tell Jax I plan to escape, but I want to know what will happen to him when I do, so I ask, “What if Courtney had killed me before we met? Would you then have been destined to be alone?”
    He glances at me quickly, and he slows the car as we approach a town. “I don’t know. Sometimes we get another true mate.”
    Relief should wash over me, but I don’t let it. Sarcasm drips from my words as I reply, “Good. I’d hate to think I’m all you get.”
    “Sasha. Unless you die, you are all I get.” He turns into a parking lot.
    For a moment I consider the fact that me leaving means Jax will never have a true mate. I shake my head. Surely he could be happy with regular love the way humans are. When he cuts the engine I glance over at him. He’s more than hot--he’s a good person, and some girl will be lucky to find him.

6
    T he moment we enter the restaurant I form my plan to steal a phone. The place is like a diner, but it’s not a small establishment. Conversations buzz around us as we wait to be seated, and the aroma of sizzling meat makes my stomach rumble with hunger. I scan the crowd and see numerous devices set out on tables as patrons eat. This should be easy.
    I say, “Wow, this is a popular spot.”
    “College kids take their breakfast seriously,” says Jax as he glances down at me. “I don’t even know how old you are. Did you graduate already?”
    I shake my head. “I was homeschooled and never saw a need for it.” There isn’t exactly a college major for the life of an assassin.
    Jax frowns for a second, and I think realization hits him because he nods stoically. We don’t speak until after the hostess leaves us at a table. Before I sit I say, “I’m going to use the restroom. And don’t worry, I’m aware I wouldn’t get far. I’ll come back.”
    “There aren’t any windows anyway,” Jax says as he slides in our booth.
    I don’t think I want to hear how he knows that about the ladies’ room, so I leave without asking. As I make my way to the bathroom, I spy the perfect candidates. Two girls are drinking coffee and picking at a plate of pancakes. Sparkly cases adorn their phones, which are set at the edge of their table near the aisle. When I walk by, I bump into their table as I swipe a device and knock their silverware to the floor.
    “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I say as I crouch down and retrieve the cutlery. I shove the phone into the large pocket of my sweatpants before I stand, and the utensils clatter when I return them to where they were. I place my hand on my chest as I give them my best apologetic look. “Would you like me to get the waitress to get you another fork?”
    “Oh no, don’t worry about it,” says a blonde in a sugary voice. “I do stuff like that all the