Chapter Eight: Contact

Chapter Eight

Laila Pov

It was time for breakfast and I didn't want to leave the room, Ayesha made it clear that she was done serving me and that I had to act like everyone else. It also seemed like she despised me the more, her frown deepened and her words were more venomous when she talked to me.

New clothes were brought for me to wear and I was thankful it was nothing outside my style. I grabbed a pair of plain straight pants and a black turtle neck to cover up the faint markings on my neck.

My hair was up in a ponytail, I inspected the roots which were already turning back to it's original color, it's about time I dyed it again.

While I stepped out of the from and closed the door behind me, the empty hallway greeted me.

“Great, I have to walk there alone.” I muttered to myself as I crossed the hall and the down the stairs, a mop of black hair and Atlas back to me. I sighed in relief and rushed down the stairs to meet him.

“For a moment, I thought I would have to go down the stai