She’d pushed through the door, into what he thought was an alley. It was a dead-end corridor with a staircase leading up.Jax lifted his chin and counted the remaining flights. Below them, he could hear the base of the music making the walls throb. “What are you up to, River?”“Why are you questioning everything? I thought you said you trusted me.” She turned the knob on a steel fire door. When it didn’t open, she started up the next set of steps. “I wanted to be alone with you, although getting us locked in a stairwell wasn’t exactly the plan.”He couldn’t keep the chuckle from slipping through his lips. “Alone? With me? And it’s not about business? Why the change of heart, polýtimos?” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist to halt her movements.“I want to try…um…something… Are you willing to be my guinea pig?” Her eye twitched.That was new, he wondered if that was her nervous tic. He looked down at his side. The constant pulsing throb no longer felt like his beast was clawing at him from the inside out.
