" Isabel," Jaxon's voice crepitated, noiselessly hopeless, like he had not said my name in ages. He was standing by the kitchen counter when I walked by, his broad back stiff, eyes concentrated on something only he could see.
" Yeah?" I told myself not to look at him, but like every other time, I could do nothing differently. His being dragged at me, too strong, indeed when swearing on my honour not to move an inch towards him.
Turning toward me, I could not help notice how his jaw strained; his fingers dragged at the edge of the counter hard enough that, from where he stood, it might be the reason he was still upright." We need to talk."
I stepped outside, the door vocally clicking shut behind me. Hazel's room was down at the far end of the hall, and I'd just begun asking her how it ha
