Jaxon tried to be stealthy, but I heard his heels clink against the cobbled floor behind me. He must have listened to everything, but I didn’t care what he'd heard, or what he thought. I wanted answers from my mother, but she refused to speak to me. Declined to explain her actions. She just grabbed my arm and forced me into the craft while ordering a dumbfounded Jax to take us home. My head was a mess trying to make sense of it all, but I planned to have it out with her as soon as we got home.

The ride didn’t take long, and the craft had barely stopped...