69. A Meeting With The Enemy

Layla swallowed a lump in her throat and took another step back.

She’d been told not to trust anyone, but she knew Jackson meant this man in particular.

Dylan folded his arms across his expansive chest, and the snarl turned into a sneer. Whatever truce he had called while Jackson had been unconscious was well and truly over.

“Well, look who’s walking around the place as if she owns it,” Dylan said. “Did you sleep well, princess? Was it too much for you to give your boyfriend a sponge bath?”

Taking care of Jackson required much more than that, and he knew it. His anger wasn’t about that.

“I would have thought Jackson wouldn’t have let you out alone. Or has Micah already failed at his babysitting duties?”

She recognised that tone. Dylan’s ego had been wounded when Jackson had chosen someone else over him. There was nothing more dangerous than a bully walking around like that—they tended to take their frustrations out on other people.

“I only came downstairs to eat. I’ll go back now,”