"What kind of i***t would do that?"
[The kind who wants her to notice the watch.]
I hate my wolf.
Unfortunately, I hate him even more because five seconds later, I'm crossing my arms exactly the way he suggested.
“Did you do something different today?” I ask, nodding vaguely in her direction. “Your outfit.”
Layla looks down at herself before lifting her gaze back to mine with a faintly suspicious expression. “It’s a shirt and jeans.”
I nod slowly. “Right.”
Zyrax is lucky he's not standing in front of me right now because if he was, I'd be seriously considering murder.
Silence falls back in the kitchen and I finish the rest of my coffee, move to the sink, and turn the water on.
“Edward." Layla's voice cuts through the sound of running water.
I glance over my shoulder.
She's stil
