"If you're going to tell me anything," she said evenly, "make sure the ghost around you hasn't heard a word."
Layla froze. Her eyes widened. "Ghost?" Her voice trembled slightly. "What kind of ghost?"
Lana's gaze drifted behind her.
From the moment Layla had started talking about Traven and the illegitimate child, a small, greyish hand had appeared near Layla's shoulder.
At first, Lana hadn't reacted much. But as Layla continued speaking... about how she was willing to risk everything, the ghost grew clearer.
Its outline sharpened, its presence thick and oppressive.
'Hm... interesting.' Lana thought grimly.
At first, she had been confused. But now she understood. This ghost was tied to Layla's past. Otherwise, it would have appeared long ago.
What stunned Lana even more was Layla herself.
She looked utterly innocent.
Her aura was almost pure white, so clean that it was undeniable proof she wasn't a malicious person.
