Layla’s POVXavier blinked at the question, and in the next moment I saw a flash of regret go over his features and knew that he hadn’t thought before telling me he was leaving. This told me that it was something I wasn’t supposed to know, and as things went it made me even more curious to find out
For a moment the callousness of my thoughts surprised me, but I didn’t have a moment to assess them because Xavier had already begun to speak.He told me that if I’d truly meant what I said then he was going to respect my request, and I gave him a small nod.“Thank you,” I muttered.A stretch of sil
Layla’s POVLea’s reaction stunned me, and it wasn’t only because of the fact that she had been quiet throughout our exchange.Up until now, I would’ve sworn that my wolf was indifferent to Xavier’s presence, and to a degree this was true.She’d respected him for coming to our defence on the evening
I could tell that he felt everything he was saying down to his marrows, and I sensed a flush creeping up my cheeks as the room fell silent when he trailed off.It was the first time I had heard anyone speak of me like this, and it left me with a giddy, light-headed feeling to think that someone as o
Layla’s POVYes. Yes, I could.That was the answer I came up with, and as soon as the words slipped into my consciousness it was like I couldn’t take them back anymore.All of a sudden, I became wholly aware of the fact that very little actually held me back here. So, without a doubt I could leave.
So, I was in a bit of a pickle.On one hand, I wanted to leave and see what life would be like for me outside this Pack, even if just for a week. But on the other, I wanted Hector (if not right now then soon—no thanks to the goddess) and I couldn’t bring myself to choose.But… What if I didn’t have
Layla’s POVXavier's reaction to my revelation was delayed.First, he blinked at me, not immediately registering what I had said. It was like I could see the wheels in his mind turning over my statement. When what I said finally dawned on him, it was like watching a light bulb go on. Or in this ca
The silence in the room was almost deafening to my ears as I stared at him, waiting for a response, and some time passed before he finally let out a low whistle.“Remind me to never get on your bad side, Spitfire,” he said.There was a note of admiration in his tone, and I felt my shoulders relax by