“Actually…” I croak, then clear my throat, reaching for Avi’s hand. It’s clammy, and I can feel his fingers shaking as I thread mine through them, yanking him closer to me. “She’s right.” “Kyran…” Avi whispers frantically, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do this. Not now…” “I do, though.” My lips quirk into a small smile, to let him know I’m fine. It’s okay. I can do this. “I have to. I mean, I want to…”
Oh shit
