Chapter 47: The Burial
Layla awoke in the middle of the night in a deep panic. Her dreams were haunted by the faces of the men she once led, the men she helped slaughter. Her heart was racing so badly it felt like it would explode out of her chest. She kept having flashbacks of the battle and Alistar but it was difficult to make any sense of it all. Her body didn’t feel like her own, her mind was searching for a connection to reality and everything felt like it was slipping.
Solomon’s arm was sleepily wrapped over her side and he was in a deep restful sleep. For a small moment, Layla was jealous. She wished that she had been so unaffected by everything the way he was. She gently moved his arm off of her and he rolled onto his back. She smiled at how peaceful he looked. It reminded her of their first night together all those years ago before Alistar came into her life. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.