Davina's POV

“Well, I’m not sure you have a choice,” he said bluntly. “Which means deciding to go will at least put you in charge of your own choices.”

“That’s a fake autonomy,” I snapped. “That’s pretending I have a steering wheel, when in reality, the brakes are cut and we’re going faster and faster down a collision course with something that won’t yield.”

He chewed his nail. “Acceptance of what’s beyond our control is sometimes a necessary evil, Little ...