Wilona's POV
After closing Laila’s bedroom door, I saw an abnormally tall person wearing a chocolate brown cloak covering the head disappearing into the corridor leading to dad’s office. Escorted by the scout.
Who could that be? I asked myself and cautiously followed them. The scout left in a hurry, and I wandered into the room.
It was a woman with beautiful dark brown skin. Her tall height was visible even when she was sitting. With a long, wavy black hair hung in a sloppy bun, exposing her long neck.
“I am here for her. She is in danger.” She said, her nasal voice laced with confidence.
This was getting confusing by the second, and curiosity got the best of me.
“Who?” I asked, staring at my parents, who seemed to have lost their voices.
Mom gripped dad tightly in the arm.
The wom
