'Hmm... what a shitty dream.'
Leila tossed and turned, trying to enjoy the soft and comfortable feeling of the bed despite her sour mood. Her body feels so light and relaxed, how many months has it been since she slept so well?
But somehow something feels tight, was it the blankets?
Cool air blew and a fragrant scent of flowers entered her nostrils, she frowned.
'That's odd. I don't remember having flowers in the house. Did Lieselotte buy one? Or was it another one of those shitty tactics those annoying suitors of hers who seem to find it romantic to leave random gifts in front of the door?'
She was about to return to the land of dreams once again when she felt all the oxygen in her body suddenly retracted, Leila's eyes flared open.
She thrashed wildly. 'What the heck is this drownin
