Layla’s POVThere was no better way to put it than this: I could sense it, the danger I was in.Somehow, even before I was fully awake my brain alerted me, and from that point on, as I drew closer to consciousness, the feeling grew until I knew beyond every shadow of doubt that I was essentially fuc
Oh… I was foolish and reckless, and—An odd sensation brought my self-loathing thoughts to halt, and a split second passed before I heard my name.‘Layla.’The sound of Hector’s voice flooding into my consciousness felt surreal. For a moment, I was too shocked to respond, but this lasted only short
Unless she made a habit of kissing the people around her…She hadn’t changed, I noted as I studied her while trying to keep the fear and confusion I could feel bubbling right under the surface. I wasn’t going to give her satisfaction. I was going to be the very image of calm, in fact, I swore to mys
Layla’s POVIf it wasn’t for Hector’s reassuring presence at the corner of my mind, my reaction would’ve been more drastic. I was sure of that.Still, I couldn’t help the way I stiffened at the name she’d so casually dropped.It had been years since I heard it, years since I thought of my birth moth
The name didn’t ring a bell, and I saw no point in lying. Madeline seemed to take this in stride, as she nodded before proceeding to string together the most ridiculous story U had ever heard—something about werewolves with secret abilities, secluded and apparently wiped out of collective memory.If
To my surprise, Madeline gave me a hapless shrug.“Nothing, I intend to do nothing to you,” she assured without missing a beat, but I didn’t relax.I sensed that what she would say next even before she started speaking, and true to form, she didn’t disappoint.“Jasper on the other hand… Well, I can’
Layla’s POVEach time I thought I knew all there was to know about pain; some new sensation came in to wipe the old memory clean and take its place.This was the only thought I could muster before the torment hit me fully, a sob wrenching out of me as my connection to Hector instantly disintegrated
This was the last straw for Michael, who immediately got on the phone with his men. He was already shouting into the device by the time I came to, and at first the significance of his conversation didn’t register until I caught its very tail end: They had lost Madeline’s trail.The surge of panic t