Chapter 8

[Nayla's POV]

I looked at my phone. 62 missed call. I smiled. My crazy best friend. It rang one more time. I picked up.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it!" She blurted out. I leaned against the car seat and let out a little laugh. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally; it was a relief to have her call.

"Please tell me I did not mess it up!" Violet was saying.

"You didn't. It's over. I left my phone in the car, and it was in silent mode. I kind of figured out you'd be calling." I couldn't help smiling.

"I'm glad! Are you fine?"

"Yes."

"Are you still in pain?"

I paused. Physically? "No, the pain subsided as soon as the bond broke,"

I didn't mention the emotional vacuum.

"We're leaving Canopus estate at the moment; I won't be staying in the property for the night." I told her. I looked at the dashboard clock -- a quarter to four.