Layla sat on the carpet floor in the walk-in closet, hugging her knees as she waited for Jackson to return.
His face had been different, and he’d had claws. f*****g claws. But still, there she was, waiting for him because she didn’t know what was going on and if she was safe.
Why had he knocked the door over like that? And who had been chasing him? Those people who had come for the meeting?
The moment he’d looked behind him, something had crossed his face that looked like fear. The huge monster from the forest was scared of something. That had been enough to hammer in that something could be out there that was much worse than what she had seen with her own eyes.
Jackson had constantly told her to just follow the rules. To not challenge him and not ask questions. She was starting to wo
