"Your manipulation won't work. There is no way in hell I'd spend Christmas with my beloved family. I'd rather have my fingernails plucked out with pliers," Ash bit out.
Jace sighed. Same old shit. Every fucking year. He was convinced they only wanted Ash around so they'd have someone new to torment. When Ash had been younger, he'd made the attempt to keep peace, to be a good son and brother. He'd attended the family gatherings—such as they were.
The first two years, he'd gone alone. Gabe and Jace had immediately noticed a difference. Ash had brooded for weeks after and it had taken a long time for him to get back to himself. After the second year of that shit, Jace and Gabe put two and two together and the next year, they'd insisted on going with him. After that experience, they both had vowed never to allow Ash anywhere near his family without a solid support network.
It may seem ridiculous, but Ash's family was fucking poison.
