Lyla
My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I tried to keep my eyes on him in the dark room.
He sauntered to me and flicked his finger causing light to sprout from the tips, illuminating his face and the room to a little extent.
He looked different – much more mature than four years ago. The boyish features that gave him the vibe of a high school kid that I remembered, were all gone and were now replaced by sharp, chiselled edges that spoke of a man who had embraced his power.
His body had changed too. He stood before me, bulkier and muscular, he seemed even taller now, towering above me, almost taller than Ramsey by several inches but that wasn't the problem… he was naked.
