Layla's POV
I can feel nothing but the confusion that settles in my mind as I surface from sleep and sink back again almost instantly, never fully waking, but never fully gone either.
My body feels wrong. It's too heavy, almost as if someone had poured lead into my veins and left it there to cool. I tried to move my fingers but nothing happened at first, so I try again, harder, and the command seemed to disappear before it even reached my hands.
Freja snarls somewhere deep inside me. But she feels so far away.
Not completely absent but just… smothered. I can feel her pressing against something dense and artificial and she's furious at the enforced restraint and at the way her instinct to break free and shift to help keeps slamming into a wall it can't break.
Somewhere clos
