Leila's POV

　　I lay at the foot of the bed, my fingers playing with the edges of the blanket. Last night still clung to me. I could barely believe that I was still breathing, much less that I was lying in my room at the mansion. My mind swirled with fear and confusion, and oddly enough, a lingering partiality of warmth from Mr. Anderson's promise to protect me.

　　A soft knock at the door yanked me out of my thoughts. I sat up straight and could feel my heart ...