"I'm sorry, look things are complicated and it's not your fault," he tells me gently. I’ve never heard him be gentle with me; it throws me off my game for a second.

“I’ve never met anyone like you. I don’t like humans and,” he says and I cut him off.

"I want to leave." I cross my arms and backing away from him a little. Jaxson raises his eyes to look at me and we stare at each other, something changing in his gaze. There’s a vulnerability I thought I’d never see in his eyes. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, I’m sure he is reading me like a book now.

"Can I show you something first?" He asks carefully and holding out his hand for me to take.

"Why?" I ask, eyeing his hand.

"Because for some reason, I need to show you I'm not a jackass all the time," he says looking down the ground like it holds all the answers. Against my better judgement, I whisper,

"Okay."

Jaxson head snaps up with his beautiful eyes lit up like a green forest, a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"Let’s go, lass," he extends his hand towards me further and I hesitate a little, before slipping my hand in his. Jaxson interlaces our fingers, not looking my way as he leads me back to the house and around the back. We walk past the training cabin into the woods behind. I try to ignore the rough feel of his fingers against mine or the way my tiny hand seems to fit into his perfectively.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, pushing my luck a little, while he is in a good mood.

"You can ask me anything you like, I may not choose to answer you but go on." He squeezes my hand gently. I guess it’s the best I can ask for.

"Why do you have a slight Scottish accent but Fergus and Freddy don't?" I ask him carefully, Jaxson tenses slightly at my question but he exhales before answering.

"Fergus is my half-brother. We have different mum’s and Freddy’s mum was my half-sister too," he tells me.

"Oh." Is all I say, as I process it.

"My father was, well you could say, he was broken when my mother died. He had relationships with a lot of women before his death a few years ago. I grew up with my mother’s family in Scotland and Fergus was sent to us when he was fourteen after his own mother passed away." He explains as we go around a large rock. There is a small dirt path that wasn’t here before and we walk up to it. I’m glad it’s not too cold because wearing this dress is not ideal for a late night walk. The sun is just setting in the sky and the large trees are starting to look a little scary now as they cast shadows.