Laila POV
The restaurant hummed gently, its atmosphere the kind that whispers sophistication. It was the kind of place you wouldn’t find unless someone took you there. I hadn’t been before, and if I was being honest, I wouldn’t have gone had it not been for the persistent invitation from Miss Ma.
Miss Ma. Even the thought of her raised an avalanche of questions I had been too afraid to voice.
Since the extraction, I’d been monitoring her closely. But the way she had interacted with Elijah had sent alarms off in my head. She always seemed to hang closest to him…too close in my opinion.
The way she’d touch him, the way she’d look at him had gnawed at me. Convinced myself something was there. Something they were hiding and didn’t want me to find out.
The waiter took me to a table in th
