CYRUS
For the past thirty minutes, I warred with myself over my decision to go to the bar where Avery worked whether it was a good or bad one.
Tons of evidence pointed to it being a bad one since I should be staying away from her and not seeing her. I had already put her in danger as it was and she had already been made a target because of me. The man, that night, had stated it clearly that others knew about her—even if they didn't know where exactly she lived, and they might have already started search for her.
So it was a total bad idea to even consider going to her. Yet, it was one I was entertaining anyway. Even if it meant bringing more danger her way. Something I hated, but couldn't do anything about anyway.
There was one thing I could do though. Kill the assholes if th
