Twenty Nine.

Xander

“You can’t be sure!” Jaxon mutters as we load up the car with Blue’s belongings. “I know you don’t particularly care for our sister, but do you really think she would stoop so low?”

“I know what I can smell. Her scent is all over the human. I glanced at the other car where Blue was still staring out of the opposite window. “Maybe it’s best if we don't say anything to her yet.”

My brother nods his head in agreement. But an agreement from him didn’t necessarily mean he would stick to it. He chose what suited him best and if it screwed others over, he didn’t care.

“I will speak to Cece.”

“And say what, Jaxon?”

“I will figure it out.”

“You mean, you will let her sweet talk you like she always does.”

“She doesn’t!” He grits his teeth, half snarling.

“You don’t see what I do.” He screws his face up at me. “Anyone would think she was mated to you.”

“Don’t be so fucking disgusting, Xander. She is our sister.”

I stare at him for a moment. Wondering why she could always convince him of h