Isabel’s POV
“You’re not going to dodge this, Jaxon. Not today.” My voice cracked a little, but I sustained it. The pressure between us had been erecting for days, and I was done pretending everything was fine.
Jaxon did not look up right down. He stood by the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. I abominated how calm he sounded, like he could suppose his way out of this if he just stayed quiet long enough.
“I’m not dodging anything,” he eventually said, his voice low. He turned, meeting my eyes, but his expression was undecipherable — guarded. “But I suppose you’re reading too much into this, Isabel.”
“Oh, really?” I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Also tell me, what exactly is your connection to Kara? And do not feed me so
