LAYLA’S POV
LAYLA’S POV
The sound is so ordinary that it takes my brain a full second to register it as real.
Colt releases me instantly. He steps back, spins toward the door with his shoulders squaring. I sag against the shelf behind me, my legs barely holding my body up with one hand pressed to my throat and the burn in my fingers fades slowly and my claws retract one by one.
“Leave.” I hear Colt’s voice and lift my gaze in panic.
A girl is standing in the doorway with long brown hair, wide eyes, and her chest still heaving like maybe she ran here. She looks between me and Colt and I watch the moment her expression changes and she understands that she didn’t walk in on an argument.
She steps closer.
“Are you okay?” She asks, her gaze fixed on me.
I shake my head. I can’t speak
