It was then with utter dread she realized that it wasn’t the darkness that was caressing her skin, it was the cool fingertips of someone running their hands up her arms.

A scream bubbled up in Layla’s throat, but no sound escaped.

“Oh, Alita,” Ravana’s voice cooed softly in her ear, sending shivers of fear down her spine. “You poor lost soul.”

“Let me go!” Layla cried.

“My dear, I’m only trying to keep you safe from ...