LAYLA’S POV
Something inside me snaps.
For weeks, Colt has occupied space in my head that he never deserved. I’ve lost sleep because of him, cried because of him and nearly died too because of him.
And somehow he’s still sitting there acting like he’s untouchable.
“Can I speak to him alone?” I ask suddenly.
Edwin’s brows shoot up. “That’s not—”
“I just have a few things I want to say,” I cut in before he can come up with an excuse.
Silence stretches.
Edwin glances between me and Colt before looking back at me. “You have ten minutes.”
I feel Edward’s gaze on the side of my face before I even look at him. His jaw is tight, the muscle there working slowly, and I think he’s going to argue or tell Edwin that absolutely isn’t happening.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he fixes me with one long l
