Layla’s POV
Donna didn’t knock.
She never did when she was afraid.
She simply slipped into my chambers just before dawn, closing the door carefully behind her. Her shoulders were tensed, and her eyes looked sharper than they had been the night before.
She didn’t greet me and instead, crossed the room and went straight to the window, peering through the sheer curtains like she expected someone to be listening.
“We’re being watched,” she said quietly.
Duh, I knew that already.
I set aside the cloak I’d been fastening and turned to her. Perhaps she knew who it was.
“By whom?” I asked.
She lowered the curtain and finally looked at me.
“By someone who knows how to disappear when you look directly at them,” she said.
That settled it.
I reached for my boots.
“Tell me what you n
