Slay (Storm MC 4)

Terror filled me.

I can’t get to her.

“Donovan!”

Her scream froze my blood.

Ice slithered down my spine.

She turned her face to me.

Ashley was gone.

The horror of my life pressed hard against me. It crushed me, flattened me, and squeezed me until I could hardly breathe.

I gasped for air.

“Layla!”

No.

I sat bolt upright in bed.

Pain shot through me at the sudden movement, but I pushed through it. I reached across the bed to find Layla. I had to touch her. Had to know she was okay.

“Layla.” My hand pushed against her, shaking her awake.

“Donovan . . . what . . . ” She sat up and bleary eyes stared back at me. Questioning.

I cupped her cheek.

“Thank fuck,” I breathed out on a choppy breath, and laid my forehead against hers.

She reached for me. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I roughly pulled her close. Enveloped her in my arms. Didn’t even feel the pain as her body connected with my bruises. Layla wasn’t capable of inflicting pain on me.

“Just a bad dream,” I murmured.

Her arms came around me, and we cradled each other for what seemed an eternity.

I never want to let you go.

I won’t ever let the evil take you from me.

Not this time.

Chapter Fifteen

Layla

The smell of coffee drew me away from my bed and into the kitchen.

Holy shit.

Donovan stood, back to me, in my kitchen, muscles shifting under his skin as he moved his arms.

A happy sight first thing