Not Your Sister

Jaxon clutched Sloane's arm tightly, his pale face and teary eyes making him look pitiful.

Sloane wasn't moved. If anything, she got even more guarded. She tried to pull away, but Jaxon's grip was like iron.

Left with no choice, she took a few steps back, her eyes wary as she asked, "Mr. Caldwell, what do you want exactly?"

She had seen this before. Whenever Jaxon acted weird, something bad came.