Avery’s POV
Break the rule.
No, don't!
A series of nasty options comes to my head.
I’m ripped apart and shattered from the revelation, but there's barely anything I can do than sulk.
‘Think, Avery! Think!’
Spinning in futile circles, my mind is on the run, in a deep search for answers that I may not be able to find.
“Argh!”
In a fit of rage, I kick whatever that's on my path, and crumble on the floor to nurse my aching foot.
My body hurts, mind hurts, soul hurts…
Better put, I'm doomed.
“Breathe in.”
I whisper to my hearing, trying so hard to lower the pace at which I’m panting.
Somehow, the strategy seems to work just a little. But then, it's working.
“Out.”
Taking slow and deep breaths, I inflate my lungs with all the air there is.
Orion.
The nasty word is the first thing that comes to my mind.
No. No. No.