KYLA
The air turned tense, and despite the cold weather, Kyla felt a rush of heat climbing up her spine.
She wasn't sure what shocked her the most. The fact that Taylan admitted he doesn't want to move or Carlos’s threat.
They glared at each other, and she knew this wasn't going to end well.
“Okay, stop.” Kyla snapped, but the gaze didn't break. So she slipped out the narrow space before her and Taylan and stood between them.
“Guys,” she raised a brow at Carlos. “Don't do whatever you're thinking. The rain won't have some red and warm company,” then she faced Taylan with a disappointing look. “And I'm going to sleep.”
Guilt flashed in Taylan's eyes; he seemed ready to apologize, but she didn't want to hear another word.
She was pissed at him.
She walked past Carlos but halted wh
