~LAYLA~
"That son of a bitch," Axel growled when I finished narrating my entire conversation with Charles. "You know what? I'm coming to get you myself."
"You don't have to do that…"
"Already done. I'll be there in a few hours. We'll handle this together."
His confidence steadied me. "When will you be here?"
"My pilot's filing the flight plan now. I should land around seven. I'll come straight to the hotel."
"You really don't have to…"
"Layla, I'm not letting you deal with this alone. Not Charles, not Cassandra, not any of it. We're in this together, remember?"
"Together," I repeated softly, feeling the weight of that word settle over me like a protective blanket.
"Get some rest. I'll see you soon."
After we hung up, I looked at Henry and Helena, who were both watching me with expressions of sympathy and concern.
"He's coming," I said unnecessarily.
"That's a relief," Helena replied. "You need him right now."
