DEL MORINO
Dinner had been cleared minutes before I heard the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps of the guards and something else which was light and the door was pushed open.
I sat in my usual seat,
draped in furs and arrogance, as
two of my guards practically
shoved her forward. Layla
stumbled, catching herself before
glaring at them. I love that. If given the chance she had smack him on the head.
She looked
worse, thinner than she
ought to be, her cheekbones
sharp and her eyes sunken and red which showed that she might have cried a lot.
The
fire in those eyes, however,
burned just as brightly as anything.
"Careful"' I growled at the guards.
"I didn't ask you to deliver her
broken."
The guards muttered apologies
their heads bowed as they
stepped back.
Not that I c
