They hadn't spoken for three days. He’d, of course, tried to talk to her, however Makayla was stubborn. Tamarius knew that something else was bothering her beside the little argument they’d had a few days earlier. He just couldn't get all the details. The house was busy. Everyone was preparing for a party in Tia's favor. Fa wanted to celebrate his niece's recovery. Tia was off her crutches, her fractures had healed completely. The doctors were baffled, unaware of what had taken place for her to heal so quickly. Although she could walk, her body was still weak. Tamarius walked outside to help Makayla's father pull out chairs and tables for the guests that would be arriving shortly. Makayla gazed out of the kitchen window, staring at Tamarius. She missed him and needed him, but didn't want to get him involved in her mess. The demon that had attacked her three nights earlier had opened old wounds; wounds she had thought healed.
