LAYLA

My heart hammered as my eyes danced in my head.

I looked at Del Morino and at that very moment I just wished to die.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes and as his eyes roamed over me , taking the torn dress, my disheveled hair and wild eyes, a smirk crept up his lips.

"Well, well, well." He drawled." Pocahontas is running away. Again."

"Stay away from me." I said, my voice trembling and my knees felt like jelly and I hoped the little strength I had would keep me standing.

" Of course I'll. I don't want to ruin my suit." He sneered. "...