Chapter 11

Layla’s POV

I woke up feeling the entire bones in my body at some physical war. I felt overwhelmed and my eyes burned from all the crying. I picked myself up from the floor and found the same woman from yesterday standing near the bed, a tray in her hands as she watched me.

I’d probably have screamed my head off if I had woken up to find him watching me instead.

I rose up and walked towards the bed.

“You’re up,” she said as she set the tray next to me on the bed. There’s a bowl of water on it, a white towel draping down from the tip, and a cone of plaster with a bag of cotton wool. That was when I realized that I’d bruised my body from fighting Logan last night. Surprisingly, I remembered his name now. I guess the slap he gave me last night did me a number. The thought of myself actually trying to joke about that in this situation causes me to smile.

“Something amuses you, Layla?” she asks as she tilts my face up to dap the bruises with a wool.