EDWARD’S POV
Wendy glances back at me, but faces forward again without a word.
I drop onto the top step and lean my forearms on my knees and just breathe for a minute. The night air is cold and quiet and exactly what I need.
Nothing but crickets fill the dark while we sit there in silence. I try not to think about Eliot, or the way his words keep working under my skin, but it’s impossible. Mostly because some part of what he said was true.
I did accept the whole public stunt because I saw them together. No matter how many times I try to pin it on Zyrax, that decision was mine. I made that call.
And last night, after I brought Layla back, I changed her bedsheets because Eliot had spent time in her room and his scent was all over it. I couldn’t stand it.
But I don’t hate Eliot. I could
