After discovering she's a descendant of Hades, Avery must find a way to escape those hunting her and ultimately choose between her two opposing soulmates.
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Once Avery Stavros...
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IF SOMEONE HAD ASKED me how I thought 'running away' would be like, I'd say hijacking a car, sleeping in cheap motels, and having tons of fake IDs and cash. Never would I mention abandoning the vehicle so we could go on foot or camping in the middle of nowhere so the mosquitos could have a feast.
Of course, here wasn't exactly 'nowhere', I knew we were in the forest in Montana, surrounded by nature and no McDonald's. But in my dictionary, no internet connection meant exactly that.
"You know," I said to Klas, my one and only companion at the moment since both Vlad and Spyridon had gone chopping woods to make a campfire, "this is not exactly what I had in mind when you all said 'get to the safe zone' in your best PUBG voice."
Klas remained in silence but I could practically see the wheels turning in his brain as I watched his brows came to a knot. "What is PUBG?" He finally asked, after he probably had tried every possible word to match the abbreviations.
"Player Unknown's Battle Ground, duh." I rolled my eyes. "It's like the coolest mobile game ever, although they have the PC version."
Klas stared at me blankly.
"Have you ever play any shooting game? Like CS, maybe?"
He shook his head. "Unless by CS you mean confined space or communication squadron."
"No!" I nearly shouted. "Counter-Strike." I shook my head and stared at the bulge on his pocket. "Do you even have any app on your phone?"
Klas shoved one hand into his pocket and took out his cell phone. "I do." He tapped the screen a few times, probably unlocking the password, then showed it to me. There were at least a dozen dictionary applications on his home screen.
"Geez." I slid my gaze back to his stern looking face. "What are those for?"
"I forget or confuse some of the words so I need to have dictionaries in hand," he explained.
I stared at the screen once again. "Yeah, but French, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, Korean, German, Bahasa Indonesia, Filipino, Dutch, Hindi, Greek, Arabic?!" My eyes getting wider and wider as I read each language. "Shouldn't you be focusing on English?"
I'd noticed a few times how he always whispered to Flint and thought that he was probably having trouble with English. Language barrier sucked. I was grateful that Vladimir was as American as I was so we didn't really have to use a translator. Some couple hired a translator while they were courting (some were even after) because they had different languages and their common language, English, wasn't good.
"Pardon?" asked Klas, sweeping my wandering thoughts away.
I blinked twice. I honestly wondered how on earth I would ask him without offending him or hurting his feeling in the process. In the end, I decided to throw it out in the open. "Isn't the reason why you always whispered to Flint was because you have trouble speaking English?"
