Layla’s POV
The cold, damp cell smells nauseatingly like rust and sweat.
I sit on the narrow bench with my elbows resting on my knees as I try to breathe through the nausea and stare at the strip of light coming from beneath the door. Sunlight?
I glance around.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I lost track of time somewhere in the night. It was drowned out by anger, worry, exhaustion, and betrayal as my mind replayed what happened in the forest. Over and over again, each time I tried to sleep, I saw the fury in Alexander’s eyes. I saw him standing there, doing nothing to help me as his men dragged me away.
His cold, hard voice still echoing in my ears.
Take her to the palace prison.
I clench my fists as I think about how I just let them drag me away. I should have fought, should have shif
