Chapter 83: Concerned Friend
Eira chuckled softly. "I think you’ve seen for yourself—I can handle myself. Besides, Reed is more than capable, and in some ways, he’s better than me. There’s no need to worry."
Malia sighed, still unconvinced, but she stepped forward and gave Eira another brief hug. "Alright. Be careful," she said reluctantly. "I’ll call you later."
"Okay."
"Bye, Ephyra. See you on Monday," Cyran added, stepping in to give her a quick hug as well.
Orla, who had remained silent, let out a resigned sigh before patting Eira’s back in a rushed hug. "Take care," she muttered.
With that, the five of them climbed into a car. Lance shoved the restrained attacker into the trunk, muttering something about questioning.
Eira watched them drive away before turning and heading to the car where Reed was waiting in the driver’s seat. She slid into the passenger side, shutting the door behind her.
"To the hospital," she instructed as she opened the glove compartment and retrieved a syringe. Turning in her seat, she grabbed Myra’s limp wrist, pulled the cap off the syringe, and inserted the needle into her vein. She drew blood with practiced ease, watching as the syringe filled.
Once it was full, Eira pulled the needle out, capped it, and leaned back into her seat. She dropped the syringe into a small disposable bag, sealing it tightly before tossing it toward Reed.
"Give this to Jania," she said coolly, closing her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Ephyra," Reed replied, his tone steady as the car smoothly pulled onto the road.