LAYLA’S POV
The best thing about being good at what you do is that you’re hard to replace. That’s why Mrs. Jones didn’t hire anyone at the print shop, even with all the applications that came in over the break.
I’ve been working here since freshman year, mostly to support myself alongside the allowance my father used to give me. This semester? It’s everything. Every cent matters, and I have to stretch what I earn because I don’t want to rely on Edward more than I already have.
I’m still printing the tutoring schedule I made for him when the door opens.
An unwelcome scent hits my nose and I stiffen, lifting my gaze instantly.
Colt is here and he’s inside with me. Right now.
He shuts the door behind him and steps closer, his head tilting, and something dark settling in his eyes, somet
