“You’re not crying?”
“Should I be?”
His mouth opens, then closes again.
“Layla…” He studies my face. “You don’t even look affected.”
I let out another small laugh, pressing a hand to my chest. “Trust me, I almost gave myself a heart attack for nothing.”
His confusion deepens.
“Wait…” He points between us. “Are you two… not together anymore?”
“What?” I almost choke on the question. “Of course we’re together.”
“Then…”
I shrug. “I already know about Vera.”
He freezes.
“You… what?”
“Edward told me.”
“W-when?”
“Two days ago.” I shift my backpack higher onto my shoulder. “After we got back from my dad’s house.”
His eyes somehow manage to widen even more.
“He told me everything.” A smile tugs at my lips. “About Vera. About his father trying to force the mating. About what he pla
