Chapter 118- IS HE FUCKING MAD?
AVERY >< ><
With the way that knock pounded through my room—like someone was trying to audition for a demolition crew—I was sure the entire house heard it.
Hell, probably the neighbors too—if there had been any nearby. If there were neighbors, trust me, they'd be terrified, thinking something awful was happening here.
I groaned beneath my blanket, burying my face deeper into the pillow as if it could protect me from the relentless knocking.
Who the hell is that? I thought groggily, my mind still hazy from a sleepless night spent reliving every humiliating detail of yesterday's surrender.
If it's Lucian coming to gloat, I swear I'll shove this pillow down his throat.
Or maybe just scream until he leaves.
Yeah, screaming sounds less jail-timey.
Sluggishly, I dragged myself out of bed, my muscles protesting like they'd run a marathon in my sleep.
