It was then with utter dread she realized that it wasn’t the darkness that was caressing her skin, it was the cool fingertips of someone running their hands up her arms.
A scream bubbled up in Layla’s throat, but no sound escaped.
“Oh, Alita,” Ravana’s voice cooed softly in her ear, sending shivers of fear down her spine. “You poor lost soul.”
“Let me go!” Layla cried.
“My dear, I’m only trying to keep you safe from that retched Atreus,” he said in a mocking gentle voice. “I can take care of you, better than he ever could.” Ravana slid his hand from her arm and down the front of her waist, wrapping her in an embrace.
“Stop it,” she gasped desperately, trying with all her might to escape his grasp.
“Don’t you see, Alita? I can take away all of your pain. All of the pain that you’ve been harboring for centuries over and over again. And for what? For that selfish child?” Ravana tsked in her ear before spinning her around suddenly.