Layla's P. O. V.
I woke up the third day with still no sight of Logan. At this point I was fully aware that he wasn't anywhere near this house. I needed to find ways to get out of here.
If he was out of the house for this long and I'm quick enough, I could find a way to get the hell out of here before he even came back. I'm not going to sit around and wait for him to catch me again.
I decided to dress up in a skinny blue jeans with a sea blue button down shirt. I pulled up my hair into a ponytail, feeling like Hayley from the originals at the time Klaus Michaelson held her captive in his house because she carried his precious miracle child in her belly. I carefully went down the stairs, taking light steps, eyes darting around for his men but none was in sight.
I stepped into the sitti
