AVERY
Confusion, sadness, panic, guilt, and fury pass over Jackson’s face like a television screen, flicking from one to the next. It’s slow, his rise to anger, like a summer storm collecting on a beaches horizon. When the wind gets motionless, and the clouds shift in the sky, collecting rain, waiting for that first crack of lightning. His impending burst of wrath inevitable, and yet I jump when his voice booms through the hallway.
“Hayden!” He hollers, transforming into Poseidon, God of the Sea, the world whipping around him, his blonde hair glowing with his rage. “Show your face, you motherfucking coward.”
“Jackson, no.” He darts for the stairs, wanting to hunt, and murder him on the spot. My hand wraps around his, digging my heels in, not wanting to witness whatever will happen if he
