Ava
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“Sister?!” Everyone but me exclaims, looking at Riley like she's sprouted a second head. And honestly? She may as well have.
She turns her blue-green eyes to Jax, who’d begun to stir, waking up.
I jolt away from him, terrified he’ll wake up and press my body against his again. As if she's in my head, Riley turns to Leonel, that mix of hatred and relief she has reserved for him in her eyes as she gestures towards Jaxon.
“If I were you, I'd tie him up.”
Leonel looks between Jaxon’s stirring body and Riley, as if he can't determine who poses more of a threat, but in the end, he asks a question that has been on all our lips.
“What about the Soireé?”
“Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.”
Still, it was more than enough
