My vision swam as the last vestiges of the searing headache ebbed away. Two attendants hovered nervously, clearly unsure of what had just happened or what to do next.
"Aimee, are you alright?" one of them asked, her voice trembling slightly.
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere. James. My mind echoed with his desperate plea for help. I couldn't shake off the image of him chained, his lips pale, and his eyes filled with anguish. As much as I wanted to indulge in the milk bath and pampering, there was something far more urgent I needed to address.
"I... I need a moment alone," I managed to say, forcing a calmness into my voice that I didn't feel.
The attendants exchanged glances but nodded, backing out of the room with respectful bows. As soon as the door clicked shut, I let out a shaky breath.
"Layla, what's going on? Why did I see James like that?" I called out to my wolf, hoping for some insight.
