HAVEN
I can feel the tension rolling off Aamon's body in waves, tornados.
He places his hand on my arm protectively and steps forward, making sure I'm slightly backed behind him but with enough space and view for me to see what is going on in front.
Ryder's eyes shoot to where Aamon is holding my hand and a slow smile spreads across his mouth. He keeps his hands in his pockets and takes one step closer.
Bold f*****g bastard.
"I'm here with good intentions Aamon, I know we aren't on good terms at this point and probably never will be again, but the least we could do is be civil with each other.”
"f**k no.” Instant. “Get your s**t and get the f**k out of my house."
"Your house, or you father's house?"
My jaw clenches at his stupid words. I don't have to see it, but I know Aamon is su
