Aziel's pov
The morning started with the usual commotion of packing bags, half-hearted grumbles, and the occasional playful shove as we loaded the truck for the trip to the Westside.
Zior wasn’t speaking to me still, her silence a hard weight on my shoulders, but I had gotten used to it—just another part of the fallout from choosing Lailani.
Lailani…
I glanced over, watching her laugh at something Zayn said as they tossed bags into the truck bed.
Her easy smile, the way she let her guard down around him—it sent a ripple of something hot through me that I couldn’t quite name.
But I shook it off and threw my own duffel in the back, slamming the truck door with a bit more force than necessary.
Waylen sidled up beside me, tossing a nod at Lailani and Zayn.
“They seem close.”
“Just fr
