LAYLA’S POV
Edward’s in the living room when I get back from the library after spending half my afternoon checking over my shoulder in case Conrad decides to materialize again.
The scowl on his face tells me everything I need to know: he’s waiting for me.
Unfortunately, acknowledging that fact would require engaging with it, so I head for the hallway instead, fully intending to disappear into my room and pretend this isn’t happening.
“Stop right there.”
My feet betray me.
I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, mourning the ten steps that still separate me from safety.
Slowly, I turn to him.
One leg is crossed over the other, an arm stretched along the back of the sofa as he watches me.
“Why are you sneaking into your room?”
I blink. “I’m not sneaking.”
His brows rise. “You walked
