Chapter Forty Four
Laila’s POV
My hands were still pressed flat against the hard, cold leather of Zane’s jacket, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.
The heat radiating off his body was overwhelming, vibrating with a raw, volatile energy that threatened to swallow the whole room. But he didn't fight me. The moment my palms touched his chest, the lethal tension in his massive shoulders gave way, and he stepped back just enough to create a thin sliver of space between us.
Leo didn't back down. He wiped a smear of blood from his torn lip with the back of his bruised hand, his eyes burning bright yellow as he pointed a sharp finger directly at Zane’s face.
"Don't think I don't know what's going on in my sister's life!" Leo spat, his chest heaving as he fought for breat
