21. Embracing The Darkness

They were going to die in the fancy hotel. Layla was sure of it.

And Jackson had been right that she couldn’t defend herself. Even though they were in the middle of all that danger, her wolf still hadn’t reappeared.

Jackson’s arm was around her middle, and his legs entwined with hers, something she was grateful for after he’d told her they could snatch her out of her bed. He’d been reluctant to hold her at all, which hurt. But she had to try to put all of that aside until they got out alive.

She’d kept some of the floor lamps on despite her perfect vision. The bed was behind a solid wall, adding a little to her sense of security.

It was a false sense of security. The only other time she sensed so much evil was when she had come face-to-face with the hunting party. There didn’t seem to be many people inside the hotel, but she could sense several outside, stepping carefully through the underbrush quite a distance from the hotel.

They were either the hotel security or people sent