Lyla

Lyla POV:

Prince Cameron stared at me with his arms crossed over his chest for his answer, but I just shrugged. Seeing he wasn't going to get an answer, he just sighed, his eyes that held anger now shone with worry. All this worry from them was overkill! I had been attacked with silver and, not to mention have gotten cuts worse than this, all this was unnecessary and especially not needed by them. Not to mention, I doubt the cut needed any stitches. They should just let me go so I can get this checked and then go back to my dorm to complete all the assignments since I have extra training with them from tomorrow. I wanted to be ahead in my class readings so I wouldn't fall behind. Since there is no point in denying it, my ass would be dead tired after training for most of the day, especially since my electives were all in warrior class. If I had known earlier that I would react to the twins this strongly, I would've chosen art and history as my electives, then warrior class. Maybe the