Chapter 12

Layla

I sat on the bed for hours I didn’t know what time it was but I knew hours must have passed. I was still not any closer to a plan of escape or stopping this forced wedding from taking place.

I was still sitting and wondering if Alex got my massage and praying to the powers that be that he did and he and my friends and family were on their way to come to my aid when the door burst open and framed in the door was Loki, a woman dressed in blood red and to my horror, I saw Loki dragging Wendy along with him as he entered the room but she was limp and looked like a beaten up ragdoll. Her perfect skin was covered in the worst bruises I have ever seen. Loki stood a few feet away from me and threw Wendy towards me I scrambled off the bed as fast as I could and caught her just in time before she could hit her head on the stone floor. She was as cold as ice and she was barely conscious.

“I thought you might need some persuading.”

“What the hell did you do to her!”