LAYLA’S POV
Even though I don’t think today’s verdict is something worth celebrating, Wendy and the guys clearly disagree.
Personally, every time I think about Councilman Laurent, I get the overwhelming urge to find him and smash a bottle over his head.
But according to everyone else, what matters is that I’m free now, the nightmare is over and life goes on.
Which is exactly why there are empty blue booze bottles scattered across the floor, Kaz has somehow taken control of the speaker, and the music is loud enough that Edward looks like he’s considering running away.
Honestly, I can’t blame him.
I’m not exactly having the time of my life either.
“Who listens to this crap?” Johnny demands at the top of his lungs as he stumbles out of the kitchen with yet another bottle in his hand.
