Chapter Thirty-Eight: Echos Of The Past, Whispers Of The Future
Phera POV:
I woke up to the shrill sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand next to the infirmary bed. My body ached as I reached for it, wincing at the residual pain from the wolfsbane-soaked dagger. The display read "Josh," and a complicated set of emotions unfurled within me.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice raspy from sleep and exhaustion.
"Phera, hey. I heard about the attack. Are you alright"
It was Josh, my ex-boyfriend and a complex piece in the jigsaw of my life. He had his issues but had been my best friend before we crossed that line—a line we had both agreed to step back from. The concern in his voice was genuine, but something was off, a subtle change in his tone that I couldn't ignore.
"I've been better, J
