Avery POV
“Well, Little Hellion, I do love living up to my name. So, I’m giving you till dawn to pack your things.”
I crossed my arms, tilting my head at him. “Or what?”
Aidan’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with challenge. “Or I’ll frame your dear father for treason… and make him think you were the one who set him up.”
I scoffed. “Oh, please. You think I care about him? Try harder.”
“Oh, I know you don’t.” His voice was smooth, amused. “But you can’t deny that you care what he thinks of you.”
I stiffened. Damn him.
My fingers curled into fists as I bit the inside of my cheek. I hated that he knew exactly where to poke to get a reaction out of me. He didn’t even have to try. It was infuriating.
“You really don’t have to go to such extremes,” I muttered, swallowing my pride like
