Ashlyn's POV
“Ahh! Xavier, it hurts!” I winced as he dabbed ointment on the wound on my forehead.
“Stay still,” he murmured, his brows furrowed in concentration.
He stood in front of me while I sat on the chair, looking up at him.
“I still don’t understand why you had to come here and end up hurting yourself,” he grumbled, blowing gently on the wound to ease the sting.
“I needed some fresh and peaceful air to clear my head. Camping seemed like the best way to do that,” I replied, keeping my tone light.
I couldn’t tell him the truth that Nico and Jessica had schemed to create trouble and that Emily was all too eager to participate. It would only strain Xavier’s relationship with his sister further, and I didn’t want that.
Looking over his shoulder at the others around the bonfire
