Chapter 63 The Truth Hurts
- Layla sat on the carpet floor in the walk-in closet, hugging her knees as she waited for Jackson to return.
- His face had been different, and he’d had claws. Fucking claws. But still, there she was, waiting for him because she didn’t know what was going on and if she was safe.
- Why had he knocked the door over like that? And who had been chasing him? Those people who had come for the meeting?