Layla’s POV
The silence doesn’t last long when the whispers begin spreading like wildfire. I can feel the warriors’ eyes on us, but I don’t look away from Alexander.
Not when I’ve finally decided to speak my mind.
Alexander’s grip on Camila’s waist tightens, his entire body stiffening as my words register. For a second, he studies me, his eyes moving over me as he probably tries to decide if I’ve lost my mind.
“Marriage?” Someone repeats behind him.
The whispers grow louder, and yet again, I ignore them.
I stay focused on the man in front of me as something dangerous lights his eyes. He steps toward me, his anger speaking for him, “You shouldn’t have said that.”
A choking laugh climbs up my throat at the warning in his tone. “Why? Because it makes you look bad?” I tilt my head, i
