SARAH
Ronan’s eyes lock on Jaxon, his scowl draws a thin line over the top of his eye brows.
“You said she wouldn’t be here.”
Jaxon glares at him with equal intensity.
“That is because she’s not NOT supposed to be here.”
My gaze continues to shift from one person to another as I’m rooted to the ground, right fingers clutching my purse to my right side, anxious for my dear life.
Why is Aaron on his knees in front of Malachi? And why is his nose bleeding?
Ronan walks up to me, and I make sure to look him straight in the eyes as he talks to me. It has me tilting my head up, sure, but it’s worth it.
“Why are you here, Sarah? You’re supposed to be at home.”
I raise a questioning right brow.
“Home?” I point to the ground I’m standing on.
“This is my house. I built this entire pl
