One foot in front of the other.
Just walk away, Talis. If you do what you’re thinking, he’ll kill you. No. He won’t have to. He won’t even need to lift a finger. The rest of the pack will make sure you’re dead before your body hits the ground. So, keep going.
You’re nearly there. All you have to do is
“Grab one for Luka as well. He’s about to run dry,” Dayne calls out from behind me.
I stop.
It’s one thing getting him food or beer or whatever the f**k it is he wants. But now I’m the pack’s f*****g waitress too? No. Just no.
I close my eyes.
Breathe, Talis, just breathe.
Air is forced in and out of my lungs. An action that should come easily takes conscious effort. More than it’s ever involved before. But it’s working. My tightly coiled muscles begin to relax, and the tension in my
