EDWARD’S POV
Layla stiffens, her eyes widening as each second passes, and fingers tightening around her textbook until her knuckles go pale. About an hour ago, she was so confident her father wouldn’t do anything. Now there’s a petition sitting on the council’s desk with our names on it.
I open my mouth to say something to her but stop, my eyes narrowing. Her breathing is off, her chest rising and falling too fast, and her whole body is trembling.
Shit. She’s having a panic attack.
I rush to her, and grip her shoulder, my other hand coming up to her back.
“Hey…hey, look at me.” I lean in slightly, trying to catch her gaze. “Layla, breathe.”
Her chest keeps rising too fast, but she tries, dragging in a shaky breath. Her fingers find mine and latch on, gripping tight.
