Layla’s POV
Dusk falls, tainting the air with darkness as I slip out of my house. I glance at my watch, note that I have ten minutes until I’m supposed to meet with Vincent, and take a deep breath. Right now, he’s the only person I can truly count on—the only person offering help without conditions.
Of course, he seems to have a strange attraction to me, but the more I talk with him, the more I realize it’s not a romantic attraction. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel it too. Something about him calms me down and makes me want to be near him.
I used to feel that way about Alexander, but after recent events, I can’t figure out where he and I stand. I thought staying might be a good idea, but then Alexander’s attitude changed and now I’m left with my last option.
Running.
Glancing
