LAYLA'S POV
Del Morino was supposed to be my mate, the one I loved, the one that should have been mine. Thats what everybody says anyway, that's what I knew, right ?
But my heart was aching and no matter how hard I tried, that nagging sensation couldn't just leave . It was there . As we strolled through the bustling night street, the aroma of street food danced into my nose.
He moved next to me, his hands holding mine lovingly and I knew I should be listening to what he had to say and how he spoke.
But I couldn't , I had other things on my mind. My thoughts were faraway and I tried pushing them out.
Del had knocked on my door and I hastily slipped the letter Adrian had given me into the pocket of my jacket. Its weight against my side served as a reminder of something I couldn't forg
