“You think things are cold between Layla and me because of you?” I ask slowly.
“Isn’t it?” He says it without a second of hesitation. “You two make it official or whatever she wants, people keep talking, and then it gets weird when I’m ready to make my move. That’s the logic, yeah?”
I stare at him.
Zyrax growls, and for once tonight we are thinking the exact same thing.
Has he lost his entire mind?
Look, I’ve known Eliot for four years. And yeah, he acts like the world is running on his schedule. But this? He’s taken it somewhere else entirely. Assuming I’ve been creating friction with Layla because I’m worried about stepping on his toes when he hasn’t even made a move on yet?
And another thing — Layla spent half this night staring at me. I’m not being egotistic, that’s just fact.
