Chapter 56: Jared

I’m staring at the wreath in my hands. A small note has been attached.

RIP Layla.

I pull off the note before racing from the room. The hallways are pretty much empty. Three people approach, and one by one, I stop them.

I block the pathway of the first man. He tries to step around me, but I don’t allow the movement as I pull down his collar, checking his neck for tattoos.

"What are you doing? Get off me!" The man fixes his shirt back in place after I release him.

I keep walking until I reach the reception desk.

"Who was just at Layla Masters’s door?"

The receptionist frowns, and I slam the wreath on the counter.

She jumps slightly, her hand fluttering to her chest. "I didn’t see anyone."