Chapter 37

Layla stood in front of the vanity mirror, her fingers trembling as she traced the line of her jaw. The skin was smooth, supple, and radiant, devoid of the jagged, angry welts that had marred her features only days ago. The reflection staring back at her was the woman who had once been known as the most beautiful in Al-Waha before the darkness had taken her. "Tariq Al-Farsi, you're amazing," Layla whispered, her voice thick with appreciation. She turned to face him, her eyes shining. "There...