Monday — 8:24 a.m. — Razor Riders Clubhouse, South Carolina
Ava's POV
“I'm beginning to think my father enjoys lockdown a little too much.”
Blaze looked up from his breakfast.
“Why's that, Darlin'?”
“Because he gets to keep everyone exactly where he wants them.”
Cloe laughed from across the table.
“Especially you.”
I pointed my fork at her.
“Don't encourage him.”
Mom approached with her coffee.
“Your father's trying to keep everyone safe.”
“I know, Mom. Doesn't mean I can't complain.”
“You've been doing an excellent job of that,” Cloe added.
I kicked her lightly beneath the table.
“Ow!”
“Accident.”
“Liar.”
Blaze chuckled.
Dad entered with Morgan and True. All three looked unusually serious.
“Morning, Princess.”
“Morning, Dad. What's wrong?”
“Who said something's wrong
