Ravana watched her quietly for a moment. “You’ve always been much more than that, Layla.”

Layla stared at him, thrown off by the whisper of affection in his voice.

“Come,” he said, wrapping her arm in his once more. “You must be famished.”

Obligingly, she allowed him to lead her down the corridor and to a set of double doors. He opened it and gestured for her to step inside.

Layla walked through the threshold to find a ...