Jaxon hadn't expected Margot to be so sharp, picking up on something off about him so quickly. But he wasn't about to hide it. "I'm done fighting with you," he said. "I'm letting you win this time, okay? And every time from now on."
Little Margot, too young to grasp what was happening, only heard that Jaxon was giving in. Her ego puffed up instantly. She tilted her chin, letting out a smug huff. "That's more like it. But if you don't keep your word, I'm coming for you!" She waved a tiny fist, so adorably fierce it had no bite at all.
If he were still the old eight-year-old Jaxon, he'd have found her annoying and kept their little war going, trading blows for fun. But not now. With this second chance, he wasn't about to repeat the mistakes of his past life.
Margot was easy to win over at
