The Alpha's Mate
I do, taking deep breaths and feeling my ribs press against its firm leather.
Layla lights candles I’ve never seen before, their wax pure and shimmering white, their wicks ebony black even before they start to burn. She uses them to light sticks of incense, and their smoke twists and twirls up toward the ceiling, surrounding us in hazy clouds.
“All you need to do, Ayala, is focus,” Layla says, waving her hands over my prone body in a strange spiraling motion. “Think about what happened to you while you were in the celestial realm. Try to remember what the Moon Rabbit did, and what he said.”
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