Chapter 162 It's Not What You Think
- Avery's eyelids fluttered against the glare of a ruthless sun. Heat clawed through the half-drawn curtains, dragging her from sleep's feeble grip. A smirk played across her lips, a plan already simmering in her mind.
- She snatched her phone from the nightstand, thumb-jabbing at Xavier's contact like a promise of chaos. She dialed his number, but the call failed. A beep, then silence. She tried again. Same damning beep. Frustration knotted in her chest; she tossed the device aside.
- "Fuck this," Avery hissed under her breath, the words sharp and bitter.