CHAPTER NINE
The Foster Kid in TroubleLeilah sat in Mari’s cafe and held an ice pack to her cheek. “That’s gonna bruise up bad, girly,” she said, yanking Leilah’s head back so she could peruse the damage. “You might get some black eyes from it. What was the boy thinking?”
“Kevin?” Leilah cringed. “Grief.” She bit down on her tongue to stop it flapping about his accusations against Tane. A hollow pit began in her stomach.
“Not him!” Mari spat. “Vaughan! What kind of boy lets a girl take a punch for him?”
“It wasn’t like that!” Leilah stood up and then sat again, her cheekbone sending a painful jab as far as her right ear. I got in the way. It’s my own stupid fault. He shielded me from Kevin and I moved.
Mari’s eyes narrowed. “What made Kevin attack you?” She studied Leilah’s face with
