Thane’s POV
Plunge him into water.
Rip him apart.
Slam his head on the ground until he goes out of breath.
Suffocate him till he takes his last…
Argh!!!
I hate to be put in this position… I just hate it!
Still, he keeps his head down, as it rolls it in a firm circle. How is he still intoxicated? Did he inflate all of his lungs with it?!
“Orion!!!”
Smack!
Slapping him flat across the face, I wait for him to do some sort of reaction, like a jerk, or scream anything.
Instead, he only rolls his eyes and keeps his head down like a drunk, who is clearly wasted.
“Your time is ticking. The earlier you get out of this shell, the better for you, dumb ass.”
Pulling out the second chair, I yank of cloud of dust from the seat, before settling in it. He looks pale as fuck.
Time slowly creeps by, with long seconds turning into minutes and then hours.
“You have till 6.”
I say, knowing he can hear me.
“6, Orion, don't joke with me.”