Chapter 48

Mia's POV

I absolutely hated his guts. And his pompousness. And his feeling of self importance. Who did he think he was anyway? Some god came to save us?

The way he said that he's the one in the prophecy, as if we should applaud him. At that moment, I had felt like throwing him my cup, but I knew just how Mabel would take that.

In fact, just staying in the same room with him was stifling. I might explode if I stayed any longer in there, which was why I left.

The anger still billowing in me, I ran upstairs to my room and picked my flute. I needed to calm down, and it always helped me do so. I started playing a tune, one I composed the day I got angry at Xavier for stopping me from dating a guy.

As I played, I felt myself finally calm down.

"Mia," I heard a faint voice call. I rushed out of the room.

"Mia," the voice came again. I rushed into Maya's room and saw her sitting on the bed. Her face was pale and she looked very weak and frail.

I hugged her lightly, taking care not to