LAYLA
Everything appeared the same but nothing felt normal—it was like entering a room immediately following a storm. Del’s guards formed a close circle.
He had said this was the best way to find out what was happening, an interrogation but then they had found out something else. A guard in another pack, rumours had it that he was speaking to a man and that it might be Drake.
Their faces were grim and their heads were bent. The quietness was excessively loud and dense. At first, I didn’t see Del. Then I heard it . A voice. Low. dangerous. “Loyalty is not a word I use carelessly.” Del stated.
I backed off, gasping for air and hid just far enough behind the open door to be seen without being noticed. Del was standing in the middle, his eyes dark with rage, his shirt sleeves rolled up.
