130. Wrecked

Callista.

"Yeah?" I croak. My voice sounds wrecked, and I hope she doesn’t look too closely into it.

Theon shakes his head at me, eyes wide. I remember everything he told me about her, and I make a healthy guess.

I nod at him, and he visibly deflates in relief.

We jump out of the bed and straighten our clothes. I comb my fingers through the mess of my hair, trying to make it look a bit more acceptable. Theon does the same, rubbing at his lips to wipe away any moisture.

"May I come in?" Valencia asks, her voice toned down and defeated.

After I feel like we look decent enough, I reply. "Yeah, sure, come on in."

Hesitantly, she opens the door. Upon seeing Theon, who looks pretty intimidating at the moment, she backtracks.

"I can come back later," she mutters, but I cut in.

“No, it's fine, Theon was just checking in," I send Theon a look.

I need to talk with her. She is clearly not in a good place, and I feel sorry for her. Just days ago, I was the same. And even though she'd come on