A few days passed, they were staying low at the hideout.

Also because Nathaniel was not sure about letting Amanda go back to the apartment on her own and wanted her to stay with him.

Meanwhile Zariah became hollow, lying on the couch.

Curled like a ball while Nathaniel was out, engrossed in work to shift his mind after implanting a scar on her heart.

“Get up, eat something,” Amanda called, poking her shoulder.

“I am not hungry,” She whispered, failing to look at Amanda.

“You are not but the one in you is so get up and eat,” She sighed, taking a seat beside her and helping her to...