Avery’s POV
Days after it felt like a week, the next few felt slurred. Jameson and I had gone to the city, just past where we met up at the Hawthorne estate; out of reach of his family. The silence that pooled between us was making me uncomfortable, to know that we were both silent his not ending of course.
A dark force was still at play, acting on me and come not just from Jameson's family
We were totally screwed, apparently.
I sat in this tiny café where it was all dark and the wood-walled ceiling glowed pale light. It was so unlike Jameson; he was usually a chatty as hell person and his eyes had the room in them like he was looking for everything to be dangerous. I could still feel the tongue lashing of un-signaled words between us
“Jameson,” I murmured and lay my hand on top of hi
