Kian's POV
By the time I got into bed that evening, my head was still full of the plans that I had set in motion and the thought of her on her knees, begging me to take her back filled me with a satisfaction that I didn't think existed.
My mother had texted me twice about some unimportant meeting with donors that she wanted to set up, but that could wait. Nothing was as important as having Layla returned to me.How had I not seen just how important she was?
I replied to my mother with a few short words and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling until a restless sort of sleep took hold of me. I woke frequently and when I did, it was with a sense of terror hanging over me, stealing the air from my lungs and my mouth was uncomfortably dry.
By the time morning came I was in a terr
