Chapter 49Layla's POV

“Are you sure you're good?” Idris asked for the hundredth time as I slumped against his passenger seat. My eyelids—and heart—felt heavy from lack of good rest after all that I discovered last weekend.

I had not been to work since I got off last Friday. All because I don't know how I'd react to seeing the man that was torturing me in ways I couldn't name.

I sincerely do not know if I should hold it add it to his list that his younger sister was the absolute ...