LAYLA’S POV
It’s been five hours since I literally set Kaz on fire. Which, for the record, was never on my list of college experiences.
The room still carries the faint smell of blood even after everything’s been cleaned, and he’s almost fully healed.
I keep reminding myself that his speedy healing is the good outcome. It’s what I wanted. So why does everyone sitting around like this is a perfectly normal Tuesday make me want to flip this entire room over?
Even now, sitting in the living area, Kaz is stretched out on one of the sofas with his head resting on Wendy’s thighs while she runs her fingers through his hair like he wasn’t half-dead on this exact floor a few hours ago.
Rio and Eliot are back, so everyone’s here but you know what’s missing? The fear, the shock, the very normal
