LEILA
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It felt unbelievably good to be free.
Four days had passed, and I hadn’t had the constant gnawing need to watch my every word, to respond to some demand, or to live in the suffocating grip of fear for my life.
I might not know when the inevitable return to that reality would happen, but one thing I clung to fiercely in the present was this fragile sense of liberation.
“What do you think? This one, or that?” Misa asked, holding up two brightly colored dresses against her body.
We were getting ready to visit a club, a more revelation to the suffocating silence of the mansion.
The new bodyguard assigned to us, a burly man with watchful eyes, had informed us that Damien had given strict instructions while he was to take us wherever we wanted, with the explicit exclusion
