Chapter 27 Moment Of Weakness

I really couldn't remember when this argument started, but what I knew was that it was one of those moments, you know-when everything breaks. Jaxon was red from his anger, with his tightly clenched jaw, throwing accusation after accusation at me. My temper was just as short, and it was like we went to war—every word from him a grenade, every word from me a bullet. I don't even remember what it was about anymore. Maybe it was the constant tension, maybe the trust issues we're still dancing around, but tonight, everything boiled over. Why do you always do this, Isabel?" Jaxon's voice was tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "You push me away every time things get tough."