~LAYLA~
On the journey home, my mind replays the events of the trial like a broken record: Markin's and Kira's loud accusations, Raelin's defense, Kira threatening me after the trial, the way Markin had stared at us, particularly at Raelin back there in his car.
I am thinking too much, and I have this deep exhaustion that has settled into my bones. Leaning against the cool leather of the backseat, my fingers ghost over the locket pendant of my necklace absentmindedly.
Caleb is sitting in the front passenger seat, nonchalantly munching on vanilla waffles like he didn't accompany me to a battlefield that had wanted to claim my head. Derek is behind the wheel, his focus on the road as he drives us home.
Home.
Do I belong here?
Or am I just an unwanted presence causing more problems than
