Layla’s POV
The laughter didn’t come again.
But the silence it left behind was worse.
Alexander remained frozen, his massive frame blocking the corridor, his claws still embedded in the stone beside the rogue’s head.
The air vibrated with restrained violence, it was thick enough to choke on. Whatever, or whoever had laughed knew exactly what they were doing.
They had wanted to be heard.
“Release him,” I said quietly to Alexander.
But he didn’t move. Didn't even bulge.
I stepped closer, my pulse was pounding so hard I felt it in my throat.
“Alexander. Look at me.” I demanded.
His crimson eyes shifted slowly, locking onto mine. The fury didn’t fade, but it hesitated. Just enough.
“I need him alive,” I added. “Not for mercy. For answers.” I said in a plea.
A low rumble rolled
