Chapter 19: Taken

Layla had just returned to her apartment after her talk with Mia. But her mind had strayed from the Ryan fiasco and was now on the black-haired man who was watching her on the street. Something was telling her that it wasn't a coincidence.

She considered what she should do about it, but there wasn't really anything she could do at that moment except be more cautious.

So, she decided to get the dreaded phone call with Ryan over with. Layla walked over to her bed and sat down before pulling out her phone and calling Ryan.

It rang repeatedly and she wasn't sure he was going to pick up until she heard his voice on the other line. He didn't sound happy.

"Hey," he said simply, his tone quiet.

"Hey Ryan," Layla started, her nerves in her throat. "How are you?"

She heard him sigh on the other side of the phone. "What do you want, Layla?" he asked firmly.

Layla cringed at his tone. She'd never heard him sound so cold.