Layla had no idea how long she lay on the bed. Jackson had returned at some point and brought her some dinner before he disappeared again, but she hadn’t touched it.
Was she losing her mind? The growl, the super strength those mean girls had had and the fact that she had been referred to as ‘human’ a couple of times. And the blood on Jackson’s body? She’d seen and heard all of that, hadn’t she? That hadn’t been an episode.
Had it?
She rolled over and punched a pillow. It hadn’t happened in a few years. She’d almost forgotten how frustrating and terrifying it was to be stuck in her head like that. Jackson had already looked at her as if he knew something wasn’t right when he’d brought her the food.
Not that she cared about that. It was probably better if he thought this was one of thos
