Layla's pov
The message stays on my screen, burning into my mind.
“You’re running out of time, Layla.”
I stare at it, my heart pounding.
Time for what?
Who is sending these messages? And why do they sound like a threat?
I swallow hard, my fingers shaking as I type a response.
Who are you? What do you want?
I hit send. Seconds pass. Then minutes.
No reply.
A heavy weight settles in my chest.
I need to do something. I can't just stay here, waiting for the next message, expecting something even worse.
I come down from the bed and take my robe, securing it snugly around me. My palms feel damp, my breath is irregular, but I compel myself to remain composed.
I exit the bedroom, proceeding carefully along the softly lit corridor. The estate is silent, with the sole noise being the s
