LAYLA’S POV
“Thank you so much,” I whisper to Eliot, who’s finally back inside and eating with the rest of us. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help.”
He smiles around a bite of pizza before placing another slice onto my plate without asking. “I didn’t even do much.” He shrugs. “Besides, I can’t let anyone hurt you.”
My cheeks warm a little at that.
I’ve been hearing versions of that sentence a lot around here and honestly? My dad and Ginny would probably choke if they saw how everyone treats me here.
I nudge Eliot again and he turns immediately, leaning closer so he can hear me over Rio loudly arguing.
“Do you think Colt will get the maximum sentence from the council?” I ask.
He keeps chewing for a second, thinking.
“It’s attempted murder,” he answers eventually. “
