I reluctantly pulled out a small bottle from the bottom of the box and handed it to Kate. "This is all I have left. You'd better use it sparingly these days."
"That's a big help," Kate said as she hugged me with a smile.
I hugged her back, but I was thinking about Michael.
If Michael caught me for this reason, I would accept my fate. I hoped that when he found me, he would show me some mercy.
My chest felt a lot less stuffy when I woke up the following day.
I was not as uncomfortable as yesterday. Although I still felt it difficult to breathe, I was no longer nauseous enough to throw up. I tried to call out to Mia in my mind, and she gave me a slight response. I knew she was not as angry as she was yesterday and was using her strength to help me.
After a good night's rest, my body no longer felt tired. I only felt a little empty in my heart. It was a call for my missing mate.
'Thank you, Mia.'
I got a few cold grins from Mia.
