The next morning, Layla jolted awake, her sleep shattered by the same haunting nightmare that had plagued her repeatedly.
In it, Orabela had shoved her into the water, watching coldly as she struggled, helplessly sinking beneath the surface. The vivid image lingered in her mind as she sat up abruptly, placing a shaky hand on her forehead, her fingers gripping her hair tightly.
Her breaths came in deep, uneven gasps as she tried to shake off the lingering fear.
"Why am I having this nightmare again?" she murmured, frustration lacing her voice as she glanced down at herself.
Slowly, memories from the previous night began to resurface, flooding her thoughts. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as images of their intimate moments filled her mind—every touch, every kiss, the pleasure that had consumed her. However, the last step was still missing. A call came and after that, Lucius left somewhere.
