Amara's POV
The rest of the morning passed in a haze, Jaxon’s words and the intensity of his gaze replaying in my mind. I hated that he could affect me so deeply with just a few sentences.
By the time I finished getting ready for school, I was more determined than ever to avoid him. I grabbed my bag and hurried outside, hoping to catch the bus before anyone could interrupt my plans.
But, of course, nothing went as planned in the world of the triplets.
As I reached the curb, I heard the unmistakable roar of an engine. I glanced back and froze. A sleek, black Lamborghini was pulling up beside me.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing Jaxon behind the wheel, looking far too smug for my liking. “Need a ride, princess?”
“No,” I said immediately, gripping the strap of my bag
