Lyla

When I woke up, I could already tell it was morning.

I barely remembered the drive home from last night, too exhausted from my time inside of the red room and being strapped up in that swing. All I did remember was Rashid carrying me up the stairs and tucking me in while making sure I was still alive.

Of course, I jokingly wanted to tell him if I died in my sleep, I wouldn't care. Not after that kind of mind bending ...