Chapter Sixteen

Layla felt like she couldn’t breathe. To say that she was in hell, was to place it lightly. She knew she had to be dead and that she was now in the fires of the afterlife, because there couldn’t be any other explanation to her pain. It was like nothing she hadn’t felt before. Her vision was either filled with darkness or bright unrecognizable shapes. Her body was burning hot and as stiff as a rock with her muscles all contracting at the same time. Wind on her skin felt like lashes from a whip and just the motion to take in a breath felt like swallowing broken glass. She wanted it to end, she needed it to end, but it seemed like there was no relief in sight.

“We need to do something for her.” William said as he looked down at Layla. She was back at home, where she belonged, but something was terrible wrong. She had passed out once William saved her from Aiden, but when she woke up – that’s when the screams came. Layla was huddle into a ball. Her entire body was shacking and covered in