Layleen
I was sold again. Traded. Whatever. It is just happening all over again. Just like back then...
I slowly shift my eyes to Storm, and the way he glares down at me just makes me want to shrink and disappear altogether.
Although Ragnar is gone now, the tension he left lingers around us, sticking to our bodies like a damp cobweb. I am about to give up on holding the tray––I'm suddenly so weak that I can barely stand, let alone be responsible for holding something.
"Where is the other one?" Storm barks at Jack, who flinches just enough for me to see his submission.
"In the kitchen," he replies gruffly, his eyes switching between him and me. "I went to check if everything was fine so––" he probably wants to explain why he was absent, even though I'm pretty sure Storm hadn't even noticed. He stopped him midsentence and grunted like a cornered animal.
