Damien POV
Layla cleaned up all day and night. She barely said anything. I know in this form she has a bit of a language delay and I wonder if that is why. Her words scared me, and I have tried to get her to tell me what she meant, but she won’t answer.
Walking in the kitchen, I find her looking in the fridge. The hole in the wall is repaired now, but it needs painting and looking at it really grinds my gears. Everything needed to be in order for it to stay that way and that wall was not in order.
Layla stands up, having found what she was looking for. I am shocked when she turns around with a beer in her hand. I was nearly tempted to take it from her, but then thought maybe drunk, I can get answers from her.
“If you want to know when she is coming back, I can’t tell you because I don’
