Seventeen.

Jaxon

“What the hell are you up to?” I demand the moment Xander and I are alone.

“What am I up to? What about you? You seem to be too caught up in your own desires to actually pay attention to Blue.”

“Her name is Ava.”

“And she doesn’t like being called that. It reminds her of the past. If you insist on calling her that, how long do you think it will be before father works out who she is?”

I sit back in the chair, staring at him in frustration. Xander seemed to be growing more and more attached to her. If we had just brought her here to begin with, he would have been grateful for fathers orders of rejection.

But something had changed, that was clear to see.

“I want her company in the morning.” I demand

“Fine.” He shrugs his shoulders at me “I can pick up whatever mess you create.”

“Maybe you will suffer, when you realise she likes me more.” But I knew the truth. If I didn't do something soon, she wouldn't be interested in me in the slightest.

He rolls his eyes at me and storms out of