Adrian's P. O. V

“Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea”. I muttered, staring blankly at Aunt Valeria's door, which was wide open.

She always had this weird habit of never letting anyone lock it. And yet, standing here now, I wished she did.

My foot moved, then it stopped. I tried again, but it was the same result.

“Maybe I should just leave and come back tomorrow when I feel more like a man and less like a coward.” I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.

That made sense.

I turned immediately, ready to leave. When a cold air suddenly slammed into my chest like a fist. Knocking me back...