Chapter Forty
A large crash made Austin’s eyes snap open and she sat straight up in her bed, grabbing the knife at her bedside table. She slipped out of her bed, her feet sliding almost soundlessly against the cold floor, and walked towards the source of the sound. She found Dustin in the kitchen making breakfast and she put the knife down, almost disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to use it.
She shook her head, shocked at herself. It was a good thing that she hadn’t had to fight, “Why are you up so early?”
The clock said that it was only three in the morning, and the kitchen’s bright, artificial light made Austin squint. She wasn’t used to the harsh electricity.
“I have to head down to the Cove again,” Dustin said, gesturing to his bulging backpack. Austin stared at it, a desire forming in her head.
She missed the clean air, the new and authentic mixed together, and even the people. She missed Anathaem, but anywhere in Affelil would do. She just needed to go back, even for a day.
“I want to come.”
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