Chapter Seventeen

Willow’s POV

“Thanks, Xander. Having something to take my frustration out on really helped. I am sorry about knocking it’s head off those. That kind of put a damper on my fun,” I say as I walk into the kitchen and grab a cup and pour myself some coffee.

Not really knowing my way around this kitchen, Xander reached into the cabinet above my head and brought out the sugar and then he grabbed the bottle of French vanilla creamer from the fridge.

“Nah, that is definitely not the first time we have beheaded a dummy around here.” He laughed.

I look over at Pete who is sitting at the table by himself. I know Ronan was just here because I can still smell his scent fresh in the air.

“Hey Pete. Are you okay?” I ask.

He gives me a half-hearted smile, “I’m just thinking is all.”

I plop down in the chair beside him, and he subtly leans away. I feel a twinge of anger because I know that Ronan’s display last night is what made him afraid to be too close to me.

Pushing those thoughts away I ask, “Thi