Chapter Thirty eight

ELENA’S POV

I LAY down on my back, looking at the ceiling trying to get my mind lost in the pattern drawn there. My left hand which lay on the bed traced a word over and over again.

Valerian.

The past couple of days have been quiet. I hadn't stepped out of the room, not even to the gardens. I guess the irrational fear that if I stepped out of this space- my enclosed bubble, something terrible would happen kept me confined here.

All I just did was sleep, eat, think, and shower.

Over and over again.

I hadn't seen Anika since that day. Don't get me wrong, my room was still getting cleaned like clockwork and my meals never stopped. Only it was by another person now.

I didn't know what to make of it at first, I thought maybe something had happened to make Anika not show up but when my new maid came in and continued coming over the next couple of days, I realized that maybe Anika didn't want to see me anymore.

As much as that hurt, I respected it even though I had gotten used to our meeting