“Hey, Myung.” Gabriella's voice was small, shaking. Vela was still yapping in the back of her mind to hang up the call.
“My Queen! How are you? We’ve been so worried. You haven’t called in a few days.” His voice calmed her a little, it felt safe. She pictured his friendly eyes, inviting smile. Despite everything, her heart trusted Myung.
“I had to find a new phone.” It was half-true. The fear of what she would learn had kept her from actually actively seeking out a charging cord to power Travis’ phone, and of course, Blaez’s fury of her ever contacting Raith probably had something to do with it.
Ugh! What the hell was she doing?
~Exactly! What the hell are you doing!~ Vela barked.
Vela, just stop. I need to get answers! And I’m not actually talking to the va
