Jameson was tired of the bullshit.

All Avery did was play with his feelings and mess up his relationship with Grayson. He was tired of dealing with the heiress that he’s realized he doesn’t even like.

Another night meant another screaming match with Avery, ending with them both storming off. Jameson slammed the door to the library hard enough to rattle the portraits on the wall.

“I swear,” he muttered, pacing the length of the library, “if Avery pulls one more stunt—”

“You’ll what?” came a voice from the corner.

He hadn’t realized anyone else was there until she stepped into the light — Avery’s little sister, barefoot, a book tucked under her arm like she owned the place.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to defend her too,” Jameson said, running a hand through his hair.