LAYLA’S POV
Eliot hesitates, and color slowly drains from his face.
Yep. Whatever was about to come out of his mouth definitely wasn’t meant for my ears. He looks like someone who accidentally stepped on a landmine and only realized it after hearing the click.
My heart starts pounding. What could Edward possibly not want me to know?
Two days ago, he sat me down and told me more about his life than he ever had before: his father, his plans. Everything. At least… I thought it was everything.
Unless it wasn’t. Unless there was more.
I hate how quickly my brain starts filling in the blanks. One horrible possibility after another, each somehow worse than the last.
I force myself to take a slow breath, squaring my shoulders before looking him straight in the eye.
“Are you going to say so
