Lyla

Lyla POV:

As soon as Alana and the twins exited my room, their fading footsteps echoing in the silence, my eyes sprang open. The sudden rush of light made me squint before my vision adjusted. My heart pounded wildly in my chest like a drum echoing in the silence of the night, its rhythm amped up by the shock of what I had just heard.

My mind was swirling in a storm of questions. Should I confront Alana? The twins? Or everyone at once? As I struggled to make sense of it all, their words kept replaying in my mind, like a broken record on a loop. The twins, famed for their playboy reputations, were acting way out of character. It was as if they thought they had some sort of claim on me. But that couldn't be further from the truth. I was just their sister's friend, nothing more, nothing less.

And the mere thought of the drama that would follow if someone found out they had healed me sent shivers down my spine. The scandal would probably echo through the centuries, and if it ever reached t