Chapter 123 - 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.
"Far."
I shake my head wordlessly as he closes the distance between us with a remorseful expression. He latches onto me, and I scream again as it rips out my throat. Silas yanks me to him, swiveling me around so my back hits his chest and locks me in a chokehold. I writhe against him, any semblance of sense and strategy drowns beneath a torrent of panic. With my breaths thinning and my vision waning, a glimmer of clarity cuts through enough to know that he’s trying to render me unconscious. Tears leak as I sag against him, my top riding up to expose my stomach.
Muffled words drifting, joining me in the oblivion. "I’m sorry."
Alden POV
"On route," Luciano snaps, then disassembles the phone to chuck the parts on the entrance table. "Gaza was more than happy to help a friend."