Chapter 12
Layla woke up in an unfamiliar place. It was dark and the stone beneath her was cool. Panic surged through her for a moment, but her monster rose and shoved it down. The monster allowed the tightness in her chest to ease, allowed her to breathe while she took in her surroundings. There were no doors, no windows to be seen.
She cursed, a whisper on her breath. Even if there had been a window with bars, she would have felt a bit better. She’d watched Wesley twist enough metal with his bare hands to know that it was possible for her, too. Instead, she was trapped in the dim space with only her monster to keep her company.
What had happened? Where had she gone wrong?
Her head throbbed. Was that the impact of his tail? Or was it the shame she felt for being so stupid? Either way,
