The night of the mission to the Red Maw, Malakai had returned home without Rhett.
Worried, Laila had tracked him down and found him buried in a room filled with women. He had been deep asleep, even when she pulled him out and carried him back to base.
The scene plagued her. It had affected her more than she would like. It made her heart hurt.
'Why do I care so much?'
She asked herself the same question every night that stupid man went on his drunken way.
But she knew how useless the question was. She already knew the reason her heart acted this way. It had only ever moved for one man. Rhett.
But the bastard was either far too stupid to see her interest, or cruel enough to ignore it. Regardless, Laila decided to absorb herself in something else tonight. She had more important things to attend to.
Calming herself, she left her room and headed upstairs. Turning right, she walked and eventually stopped in front of a door. She knocked.
