Layla’s POVI obeyed, feeling a sense of calm wash over me as soon as I stepped over the threshold into Anya’s house. I stopped to take in the small hallway that led to the rest of the space for a moment, but I was soon interrupted.“C’mon,” Anya urged with a wave, pulling me out of my thoughts.I
He was a cousin of theirs.I was met with warmth from all of them that surprised me. Aidan even took things a step further by pulling me in for a brief, awkward hug, even though I was still all sweaty from training. This made Tyler ask if he could get a hug, then Olive too. By the end of the intro
We pretended to watch the scene playing out in front of us, but I could feel a budding curiosity inside me that her words had stirred. Maybe it was because of how suddenly vulnerable she sounded in the darkness, instead of being her usual cocky self. Maybe not.Eventually though, I broke the silenc
Layla’s POV“What?!” I cried, sitting up and almost upending the bowl between Anya and me in the process.Luckily her reflexes were as sharp as ever, and before the popcorn could successfully tip over she grabbed it, sending me a dirty look as she set it on the table gently.“Way to go dork,” she mu
I was swallowing when she said this, and as soon as the words registered I started to choke as a kernel went down the wrong pipe.For the next minute Anya hit my back as I hawked up what felt like my entire oesophagus, and it was so intense that Monica’s voice came drifting up from upstairs asking i
Layla’s POVWith this thought firmly in place I drifted off to sleep. When we woke up the next morning, Anya talked me into using my face as a test subject for a YouTube makeup tutorial she’d just discovered.I tried to stop myself from grimacing as she pulled out a huge suitcase that she opened wit
My fighting skills were improving at a rapid speed now, and I won more than I lost to Anya during our bouts so I had high hopes to at least be given the opportunity to fight against a member of the Blue Moon Pack when they finally arrived.The chances of me losing were almost guaranteed, and I would
Somehow it’s always me paying the price for this family’s good name.”My father’s lips drew into a thin line, even as his features paled momentarily.“You’re free to think what you want to, young lady,” he warned, hitting his fist on the countertop to emphasise his words. “But the fact remains that