Sitting across from her, Ashton fiddled with his gun with a twisted grin.

He lunged forward, moving as quickly as a leopard, and ripped off the blindfold that had been covering Layla's eyes.

Blinded by the sudden brightness, she instinctively shut her eyes tight.

A familiar scent of cologne mixed with smoke hit her.

She recognized it instantly as Ashton's.

What once felt comforting now oozed with bitter hostility.

Ashton looked like he had aged years in ...