Chapter Eighty: A Hand On Your Face 

Avery’s POV

“We're going out.”

The lie comes off smoothly, as I get it out of my chest.

This is the exact thing Piper asked me to tell Thane, hopefully, he lets us go, especially knowing that I'm not going to be alone.

“Going out?”

Thane turns to face me. He's still leaning on the window, just with his back now, and he has a glass of liquor, with the bottle of scotch on the window frame.

“Yeah, with Piper.”

“You can't…”

“Please.”

I beckon.

We've gotten past the phase of keeping to the rules, and thanks to that, I get to break his golden rule over and over again, and still have my head intact

“We won't take long, I promise.”

“Alright.”

He shrugs, sipping from his glass.

“Thank you!”

I whimper like a kitten. About to rush off and go be with Piper, something in me pulls me to a false halt.

Thane isn't sober… It's crazy.

His forehead has creases that make him feel old suddenly.

Oh, no.