LEILA
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“You’re being called,” Gerald had growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the very air, shaking me to my core.
It felt like I could just dissolve into the shadows, vanish into thin air, but that wasn’t even remotely possible in this life.
I looked at Misa, her face a mask of carefully neutral concern, and then back at my phone lying discarded on the bed.
Trying to stand, my legs felt like lead, my vision still slightly blurred from the lingering effects of the previous night.
“What do you think might be the cause?” I whispered to Misa, my voice barely audible, while Gerald had turned his back, his broad shoulders tense.
At first, a jolt of pure panic had shot through me, thinking something terrible had happened and he was here to deliver some devastatin
