Rome's pov
Layla was back at home all thanks to the goddess she was undergoing treatment, her cuts were deep, but not deep enough to require extreme treatment, she seemed so quiet as she lay led on the bed, probably soaring through cloudy skies.
While I stared at her I couldn’t help but wonder, what it felt like inside her mind, what she thought about, what she saw me as, words she couldn’t say, and just to think of it, someone out there would want to hurt her, someone she wasn’t aware of.
In her state she was defenseless, the herbal healers said she would be taking some time before she regained consciousness meaning she was vulnerable, leaving me with the sole responsibility of keeping my eyes on her.
I have watched her sleep, so many nights when we were still new mate, her presence
