CHAPTER EIGHT – THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY

A persistent rapping on the door jolted Scarlett awake. She groaned, shielding her eyes from the sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds. How long had she slept? Judging by the throbbing in her head, it must've been a long night. Scrambling out of bed, she shuffled towards the door, flinging it open. Standing outside was Maya, her face etched with concern, and beside her, Clara swaying precariously, a look of utter misery etched on her face. "Whoa, Clara, are you okay?" Scarlett exclaimed, rushing forward to offer support. Clara groaned, leaning heavily against Scarlett's shoulder. "The world is spinning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep and regret. "Clearly, last night was a bit much," Maya chuckled, a hint of sympathy in her eyes. Scarlett nodded, ushering them both inside. "Come on, let's get you to bed, Clara." With Maya's help, they managed to maneuver Clara into her room, her limbs as uncoordinated as a newborn foal. After tucking her under the covers and plac