Chapter 95

Layla’s POV

As I watched my reflection in the mirror, I saw how many pounds of flesh I had lost over the course of hours. I did not know where this place was, but judging from a couple of neon-lit banners I could manage to see on our way here, I was certain this was some Asian country. It could be Thailand or Tokyo or anywhere at that.

I heard Logan knocking out something back in the bedroom, and it moved me. I was terrified out of my mind and did the only thing I could do to avoid any more of his wrath. I slipped out of my dress and grabbed a towel to cover myself.

I took a minute to survey the closet room. There was a long and tall wooden wardrobe occupying the whole west side of the room, a fluffy circular table at the center, and a dresser chair to the side. Opposite the floor-length mirror in front of me were racks of blazers, jackets, jeans, and many more clothing. There was a tall shelf carrying women's shoes of different kinds and colors.