DRAKE
I ignored the sunlight that poured in through my large windows.
I lay sprawled on my velvet chaise and gazed at the ceiling's elaborate carvings letting my thoughts wander to things I'd prefer to forget.
Layla.
Her name evoked feelings I didn't want to confront like a whisper in my mind.
I hate that I had seen her with Del Morino.
Not that it mattered but the way she was, carrying herself with so much confidence and pride broke me in two.
Not that I was hoping she had been a slave or something, but I had wished I was the one who had given her that luxury she was enjoying.
Sh*t
She sacrificed everything to keep me safe and fought alongside me when others ran away.
Stood up for me.
Challenged those rogues years ago and lost her wolf and had a permanent scar on her face bec
