Layla Whispercrest
The grip around my mouth was firm but somehow, it was oddly not rough.
I noticed there was no strange scent.
My heart still pounded wildly in my chest as I struggled against the arms that were pulling me deeper into the room.
But the moment the door clicked shut and the hand was removed from my lips, I whipped around, because if I was going to die, I might as well put up a fight before succumbing to that.
But the sight I saw, that moment whipped my head stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Donna?” I gasped in confusion, stumbling backward slightly. What was she doing here?
She looked just as panicked as I felt, with her chest rising and falling rapidly and her eyes darting to the door behind me as if she was expecting someone to burst through at any second.
“What—Wha
