Chapter 80

• I leaned forward slightly and moved away the few strands of hair covering her face. I let my fingers linger there, hoping for a reaction from her. When I didn’t get anything, I sighed and took my hand away.
• Ayla’s chest was moving slowly up and down, her breathing slightly labored. I felt powerless as I stared at her.
• Shifting my eyes away from her, I looked at Viktor, who was standing behind me. His face was grim and worried. “Where is Sam?” I growled.