LAYLA’S POV
When I woke up this morning, the bodies were gone. Not that I expected them to still be decorating my bedroom.
Edward had said he’d take care of them, and apparently he did, along with everything else. At some point the rest of the group showed up too, but I somehow managed to sleep through all of it.
Honestly… maybe I needed the long rest. It’s not every day you fight off two grown men who broke into your bedroom and live to tell the story.
My fingers still tremble if I think about it for too long.
Edward made breakfast this morning and spent the entire time pretending everything was normal.
It would’ve been convincing if he didn’t check the front door every five minutes or and follow me around the apartment like I’d disappear the second he looks away.
Poor guy.
He’s t
