Chapter 125

Avara POV

" Silas, get your sister. Now!"

Instincts hurls me back to my room, locking the door behind me. I don't know what day zero is, but it can't be anything good. I scramble for the necklace Botan gave me, layered and weighty as I work to get it around my neck. I flinch when the pounding begins. It's more than urgency but vicious knocks that damage the integrity of the door. Just a few more blows from being demolished—rattling the hinges.

"Avara, open this damn door—please."

Once I get it on, I start working fast to button my pastel top to the high neck collar. The thunderous bangs worsen as it sounds like he's ramming himself at the door. A scream escapes me when one last charge makes the door burst open, the wooden slab haphazardly crooked as he enters with raised hands in futile placation.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but it's an emergency. We have to go."

"Where?" I demand.