Chapter 222:The Cold Reception at Shadow Valley

(Scarlett's POV) The phone call with Emma suddenly cut off, leaving me staring at my screen in confusion. "Emma? Emma!" I called out, pressing the phone closer to my ear as if that would somehow reconnect us. I quickly tried calling her back, once, then twice, but each attempt went straight to voicemail. A knot of worry formed in my stomach. Had Erik overheard our conversation? What would he do? Roman approached and gently took the phone from my hands. "Give her some time. If Erik heard what you said, they both need a moment." I winced, suddenly feeling guilty. "I shouldn't have said that about him." "No, you shouldn't have," Roman agreed, his tone mild but his eyes reflecting amusement. He reached for a small container on the nightstand and extracted a bitter-smelling herb tablet. "Here, take this before breakfast. It will help with your healing." I grimaced as I took the tablet, the bitter taste making me wrinkle my nose in disgust. "It's horrible." True to form, Roman immedi