Jax didn't know how to describe it but he felt like something was definitely up with her. Only he couldn't have anything to back up his suspicions.
He just felt it in his heart. Like his always reliable instincts.
"Where's the key maker?" Jax whispered to Oscar who was just beside him. The only person who seemed to know a thing or two among the four was Oscar, so Jax could only turn to him when he wanted to know something.
"Ain't I here?" The grandma shifted her experienced eyes to Jax once again and immediately saw how Jax felt surprised at her admission.
"You are the key maker?" Jax blurted out unconsciously.
"Why? Couldn't believe it? Or did you expect some blacksmith with a bunch of keys hanging around his neck?" A raspy voice rang again when Jax was still immersed in his own world.
