DAY 2
Layton slowly approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked at me as if he was amused, excited even. It made me wonder how Layton would actually look at me if he wasn’t possessed by Mavros and his demonic wolf. As he got closer, all I could think of was how screwed up my life was. Nothing ever went my way.
“You came.” He spoke calmly, looking over my shoulder and to where Aspro stood with Rhea. “And you’re not alone.”
“I want my brother.” I demanded, matching the intensity in his eyes.
“You are not in a position to be making demands, Valeria.”
I pursed my lips in disapproval, still glaring at him. “What do I do?”
“What?”
“What do I have to do before you give him to me?” I repeated, lowering my gaze. Even though the beastly part of me hated
