Chapter 147 All Hail The Queen

• Jackson lathered Layla’s hair for what felt like the millionth time.
• Layla said she could still smell blood in it but he knew that was psychological. All the blood and filth had run down the drain a long time ago. The whole room had steamed up, he could hardly see her, but he didn’t need to. Layla was full of guilt and a lot of pain. Everything he was feeling.
• “I know I was very angry with you for going off by yourself, but that was only because I was terrified,” he admitted. “But I've calmed down now; I know no one else could have done what we did. It worked out.”