EDWARD’S POV
It’s been almost a month since the last body turned up around Red Zone. No women or kids have gone missing either, at least none that we know of, and I still haven’t figured out whether that means we’re finally doing something right or whoever is behind it has gotten smart enough to lie low for a while.
Either way, tonight I’m choosing to take the win.
And apparently buy flowers.
I glance down at the bouquet in my hand while unlocking the front door, still feeling slightly ridiculous carrying the thing around, but Layla appreciates stuff like this. More importantly, she’ll probably do that cute smile where her whole face lights up when she realizes they’re for her.
She’s been sleeping in my room since those two men broke into hers, making keeping an eye on her a hell of
