Chapter 48
- Ayla
- The insistent knocking on the door yanked me from the depths of sleep. Groaning, I mumbled, "Come in," my voice thick with slumber.
- The door creaked open, revealing two young women in simple, but elegant, dresses. What struck me was the way they held themselves – heads bowed, hands clasped tightly in front of them, a level of respect that felt… off.