All Chapters of Inlove with the Supposed enemy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

" This does not add up. None of it."Layla rapped her fritters against the worn rustic table, her eyes surveying the faded essay on an old tally. It wasuseless-most of the records had been altered, canceled , or accessibly" lost." The deeper she dug, the more it sounded like someone did not want this history to be set up." You look like you are about to set that book on fire," Aiden's voice cut through the silence, laced with recreation.Layla slightly spared him a regard." I might."He lolled against the doorframe, arms crossed- the usual smirk plastered on his face." Care to tell me why you've been drilled up in then for hours, looking like a madwoman?"Layla exhaled suddenly, pushing the book away." Aliandra."Aiden's boo fled." What about her?" I do not trust her."" That is hardly news," he growled, his voice low, as he moved closer." You've been glaring daggers at her since the moment she arrived."Layla's eyes narrowed." That is because something is not right. And I eventuall

" It's not that I do not trust Tyrrell. It's just"Layla gripped her jaw, gaping into the dimly lit corridor of the Pack house. The walls felt like they were closing in, the air thick with something implied. She had spent the last hour replaying every discussion, every regard, every moment where mistrustfulness had begun to take root.And Alexander — damn him — knew exactly how to water-soak those seeds." You are allowing too important again."His voice was low and smooth behind her, the kind of tone that gave no suggestion whether he was regaled or authentically concerned. Layla did not turn. She did not have to. She could feel him watching her, staying, calculating." I do that occasionally," she murmured.Alexander chortled, stepping near." So I have noticed. And what exactly has you lost in thought tonight? Tyrrell?"Layla blew out a hard breath." Why do you always bring him up?"" Because he is always on your mind."Her fritters flexed at her sides. He was not wrong, and that wa

Layla's fingers shook as she unfolded the brittle parchment. The ink had faded in some places, but the words — those words — sounded to have been engraved into the gist of her bones." To the one who holds my fate," the letter began.Her breath caught. She read on, the coming lines making her twinkle quicken." The immortality that binds the blood of the Blackwood line is no gift, but a curse. A punishment. It's tied to love, to immolate. And should the one bound by fate choose to break it, the price wo n't be paid in blood, but in the heart."Layla swallowed hard as her throat had suddenly gone dry. This could not be real, it had to be some kind of cruel joke, some relic from another time that had nothing whatsoever to do with her.But why was it put away away in Tyrrell's chambers? Why had someone gone to such an extent to keep it from him?A unforeseen rap at the door transferred her jumping. She folded the letter hastily, cramming it into the pocket of her cloak." Enter."The door

" They are coming."Layla did not realize she had spoken it audibly until her breath fogged up in the cold night air. She was outside the great hall, half- concealed in murk, harkening to murmurs from outside. Tyrrell's war council was in session, and though she was not invited, she could not tear herself down." They have been circling for weeks," a gruff voice murmured. It was Marcus, one of Tyrrell's most trusted soldiers." They are testing us. Seeing where the weaknesses are."" We do not have weaknesses," Tyrrell snapped. His voice was sharp, tired." We hold the line. No matter what."A heavy silence followed, the weight of it pressing against Layla's chest. That was not confidence in his tone. It was despair." Alpha," another voice said cautiously- Elric, pack strategist." You know as well as I do that Duncan does not move unless he is certain he will win. We need to be prepared for a full assault."A chair scraped against the bottom. A pause. also Tyrrell spoke again, his voic

The moon was low in the sky, heavy, and cast a pale glow on the scene beneath it. It was quiet, too quiet, as if the world held its breath. Nothing could be heard but the soft tale of leaves rustling in some breath nearly, and that, too, sounded far down, as if it did not relatively belong. The calm before the storm.Standing at the edge of the clearing, his back to the thick woods, for a long time Tyrrell had n't moved, though his aspect had been fixed upon the horizon. It was n't the view to which he goggled; something inside him stirred and would not be shaken. He did n't know whether it was fear or expectation; but whatever it was, it eroded on him like the gnaw of a wolf. His fists gripped, and his lips pursed as he fell deep into thought.Behind him, Layla stepped forward, her soft footfall slightly audible over the low hum of the night." Something's wrong, is not it?" she said, low, nearly a tale.Tyrrell did not say a word. His aspect lay ahead, but she could feel his pressur