Leila's POV
I lay at the foot of the bed, my fingers playing with the edges of the blanket. Last night still clung to me. I could barely believe that I was still breathing, much less that I was lying in my room at the mansion. My mind swirled with fear and confusion, and oddly enough, a lingering partiality of warmth from Mr. Anderson's promise to protect me.
A soft knock at the door yanked me out of my thoughts. I sat up straight and could feel my heart racing.
"Come in," I said a little too loudly, trying to pull my voice to a stable point.
The door creaked open, and Luca stepped in with a soft smile before speaking softly, "So, how are you feeling?"
I tried to grin back, but it was feeble. "I'm… all right. Just a bit shaken."
He pulled a chair from the wall and sat f
