"How are you, Miss Lara? I hope everything is fine. "
"Yes, I'm totally fine and-" She dashed up and set her pillows and blanket. "-able" She grinned. Seeing Grace's questioning expression, she said "I know I should be resting but imagine Grace my best friend was slaughtered two-three days back. I want you to call everyone present in the Institute in the drawing room right now. "
"Yes, mam! " And she dashed off.
"I was so scared, mom!" Lilly said wiping her tears with a pink lace handkerchief.
"I know, honey! The look on your face showed me that. But right now, there's no time to be emotional! I think we have a lot of work to do. I need you to run to the drawing room and help call Grace everyone else!"
"Yes mommy! I love you! "
"I love you too, honey! "
Lara knew she was a bit too relaxed with Lilly. She ought to more strict with her, she realised. But seeing Lilly's tender face, it was so impossible to be cruel!
Pushing aside her emotions, Lara went to the bathroom to freshen up herself. When she looked into the mirror, she saw her face, tired and dirty, covered with little splotches of blood and dirt here and there. She realised the need of bathing herself. Quickly taking out a loose dressing gown and switching the geyser on, she went on to bathe.
Lara was halfway down the hallway, when she remembered the night when Matt was murdered. Her stomach lurched. Matt. He was gone. She couldn't stop tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt so weak. She had battled so hard with the warlocks yet Matthew had failed in defending himself. No, he did not, she reminded herself. He died fighting. She quickly wiped her tears and went in the room.
Everything was set beautifully. The sofa was set in one corner of the room. There were huge windows covering the opposite wall through which sunlight was pouring inside. There were many chairs to seat other people. Lara had noticed these things so often, yet they felt unfamiliar and she uncomfortable.
Lilly was sitting on the couch with Penny and a little boy with striking blue eyes and blonde hair. He was cute, Lara thought as she sat down on one of the chairs like Jacob, Grace and Bethany. She felt a strange love for all of them even though she didn't know the little boy. Perhaps, because she had lost a true friend, whom she didn't even know she loved or not, had died.