LAYLA'S POV
The ride to the council headquarters in Berkeley is ninety minutes and I spend most of it staring out the window, pretending I’m not hyperaware of every time Edward shifts in his seat.
The council headquarters is huge and intimidating but I don’t get much time to be nervous about it because the moment we walk through the doors, Edward takes my hand.
I know why he’s doing it. I know. But that doesn’t stop my stomach from immediately betraying me.
Thing is, something feels different between us since that night we kissed or maybe nothing is different at all because he seems normal.
I’m just the only one who can’t do normal things anymore like hold his hand or look at him for more than two seconds without my brain replaying every single moment of that kiss.
I force my though
