Trent gracefully scooped his shirt from the floor and put it back on. Then, he turned around to face Jax, arms crossed, once again shielding me. I quickly scrambled off the bed to stand beside Trent.
"Chloe." Jax smirked. "Glad to see you've gotten your memories back." Emotion flashed behind his eyes, but it was gone before I could figure out what it was.
"Jax," I said, my tone poisonous.
There was so much I wanted to say to him, to scream at him about, but my fury was scorching hot, making it impossible to think clearly. My limbs shook with barely controlled rage.
"What are you doing here?" Trent asked. "You're supposed to be on your way back to Keene Valley."
"I was." Jax pushed off the door frame and sauntered into the room.
Would I ever stop being shocked by how similar these two were? Or how gorgeous?