LAYLA’S POV
“How can an innocent-looking girl like you be so wicked?” the officer asks coldly, before striking my face.
My head whips sideways, slamming into the metal bars of the cell. Pain bursts behind my eyes and the room starts to spin, a sharp ringing flooding my ears. Blood hits my tongue.
Oakie snarls, fighting to break free, but she can’t. Neither of us can. We’re both trapped here and if I shift, that will be the end of us.
So I stay where I am, crumpled in the corner with my knees pulled close, trembling so hard my teeth almost chatter.
The officer, Edwin, from the name his colleagues have thrown around for the last half hour of interrogation, crouches in front of me. His thick fingers dig into my ears, yanking my face toward his and the pressure on my skull makes me whim
