Zera stared at the glass of water sitting in front of her. Xavier was asleep.
After forcing him to eat and rest, he finally agreed before she had to try anything to make him do it.
Holding a different phone in hand, she dialed her number and waited, drumming her fingers on the table.
She hated waiting, and to add, she was worried about her friends.
Were they alright? Sitting around in the safety of a secured place made her feel guilty that they were out there, running for their lives.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Zera."
"Z!" Jaspreth exclaimed. He sounded fine, and Zera couldn't help but feel relief.
"Sorry. We kind of had an incident. Are they safe? Are you?"
"They made it to the cemetery. Where are you guys?"
"My place. Xavier got injured."
"Oh, is he alright?"
"He's fine now. But I don't think he would be able to run."
There was silence. Zera drummed her fingers on the table,
