Jaxx’s Point Of View

The sun was unforgiving that afternoon, spilling molten gold across the pavement as I stepped out of her company. My lips curved into a smirk I didn’t bother to hide. She still hated me. Every glare, every sharp word… hell, even the way she’d just knelt for me, it screamed hate. But whether she liked it or not, she’d have to get used to my presence again. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I tugged my shirt straight, slipped on my sunglasses, and let the heat settle ...