Chapter 38 Layla
- A bomb blast from the television jolts me, and I jump. I realize my heart is beating fast, and panic is coursing through my veins. I take deep breaths, trying to relax. Tristan reduces the volume of the television and turns to me.
- "What was she like?" he asks, crossing his arms.
- "What was she like?" I repeat his question, more to myself than to him.