Chapter 16

Cirilla's point of view

"Hey, how are you feeling?" My phone vibrated. It was a text. I checked the number and it wasn't from my contact. I began to type, before I could finish another text popped up.

"It's Asher" I paused momentarily, staring at the name. A text popped up again. "Are you asleep?" How did he get my contact?

"No. I'm still awake" I sent back, tapping the tip of my fingers on my lips.

"How's your ankle? Does it hurt badly?" His text popped up, making an unwanted smile stalk my lips at his concern.

Yes it does. But I couldn't say that. "Not that bad"

"Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Not really. I'm unable to get through to Lyra. Could you get her to call me?"

I waited for his response but there was nothing, even after five minutes. I sighed, I was dying from thirst and was in dire need of a shower and I had to pee. I stared at the black swollen ankle and then to the bathroom door at the corner of my room. I pulled the