Layla’s POV
Dominique stood there for a while longer, watching. He didn’t say a word after Damien and Nat left, but he was staring directly at me. After a moment of expecting him to say something, I gave up and curled myself in the corner. A moment later, he left.
‘Layla, wake up.’ A soft voice called out to me.
‘What time is it?’ I sat up and asked Aubrey that was holding a breakfast tray in her hand. She signaled to the guard, and he opened the gate for her to walk in ad locked it behind her.
‘Its morning. Here. Nataia sent breakfast.’ I looked down at the food and it was just like she used to serve me when I wasn’t locked up.
‘Nat? What about Damien.’ She scratched the back of her neck nervously.
‘Uhhh….’ I placed my hand over hers.
‘Just tell me as it is Aubrey.’ She nodde
