Avery’s POV
“One last time, Avery, where is your partner?”
Thane’s voice reverberates in my room, worst still, in my head.
“He's not my partner…”
“I don't care!”
He growls with so much intensity as though he wills to tear down the room.
I sniffle, adjusting to the edge of the bed, scared to my bones.
“You made me trust you, and you sold my information to him!”
“I've told you countless times, Thane, I didn't do what you're accusing me of!”
My breathing is heavy, with my heart palpating a million and one times.
He chuckles, rusty, dry laughter.
“And I'm supposed to do that?”
He keeps barking.
“Believe what you want.”
I shrug, exhausted already.
“I’m done and tired and I hate to break it to you, but do whatever the hell you want to do!”
“Right.”
He pulls out his phone from his pocket.
“Perhaps I'm being lenient.”
“What are you doing?”
Without thinking twice, I go to my knees and hastily crawl out of bed.