Chapter Eighty Nine
Elara's POV
My hands trembled as I dialled Maya's number the second time, completely blocking Jordan's voice from my head. I began to pace my room, my mouth open and my lips tensed.
"Come on Maya, Pick up, pick up!" I repeated to myself, my right hand over my head and my left hand clutched tight to my phone.
"Elara! I am so----"
Maya's voice finally rang out through the speakers, a heavy sigh of relief escaped from my lips. My eyes close softly for a long moment, a deep exhale parts my lips and my shoulders drop.
"Elara? Are you still there?" Maya's voice jolted me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
Gritting my teeth in anger, I barked at Maya. "Are you kidding me? Would it kill you to just answer your phone on the first ring Maya?"
A small scoff echoe
