Chapter 72 Avery

• A sharp rap of knuckles on wood breaks our reprieve, interrupting the glow with its abrasiveness. “Avery, are you up? We need to leave soon.”
• Davina’s cheery voice bleeds into the room, while Drake and I spring into action. I was in blissful ignorance until she came along to pop the nice bubble I surrounded myself in and I’m not the only one it’s affecting. His happiness shutters itself inside, replaced with a steely iciness. He doesn’t give me the opportunity to question the sudden change in his demeanor, his broad back greeting me, before he hurries away, avoiding my gaze as he does.
• Odd.