Layla’s POV
“No,” I growl, the word leaving my mouth before I can stop it.
Camila’s eyebrows jump up, a bright flare of challenge flashing in her eyes. Then, she laughs. Not loud, not mocking, but a laugh that’s so much worse. It’s full of satisfaction and malice.
“You don’t have to admit it,” she says, circling me like a vulture. “I can read it all over your face and body language. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before now.”
I force myself to stay still, calculating what I should do. Fighting wouldn’t solve this; it would only land me in deeper trouble. Running would make me look like a coward. Killing her… would get me killed.
“I always thought you were strange… but this?” She chuckles again. “This explains everything!”
“I’m not pregnant,” I lie, even though I know it’s too l
