Chapter 118. Haunted Honesty

Layla’s POV

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” I said and stood from the table. I walked toward the doors, which slowly opened for my exit.

I heard Nathaniel standing behind me, but all I was focused on was making it to the room in time to close the door and shut him out. The walls were moving closer together, the doors were waving in odd patterns, and the ceiling looked like it was coming down to crush me against the floor.

“Layla?” His voice echoed behind me, and his steps sounded like boulders hitting against the ground.

My eyes were focused on the door down the hall, but it felt like the closer I got, the further away it went. I fell forward, my hands grasping for the handle and the door slowly sliding up, exposing a room that was shifting in front of me.

I closed my eyes. I was becoming queasy, and my body fell heavy against the furniture in the room. I reached out my hands and grabbed hold of anything I could until I made it to the bathroom. I got