“Looks like you found me again,” Layla said, turning towards the looming figure in the corner.

Atreus watched her with his predatorial amber eyes.

“I was beginning to think that I had just made you up,” she commented, walking towards him with a slight sway in her steps. “In fact, you could just be a figment of my imagination right now.”

Atreus approached her and stopped an arm’s length away.

“Your drunk,” he stated in ...