Havoc
Hearing her answer, I raised a brow. “A friend? Boy?”
She chuckled. “A girl.”
“What are you doing here now? Missed me?"
"Kind of.” She replied calmly and reached out, prying the pen out of my hand. She tossed it onto the desk. "Since Viper has left, I figured his second-in-command might be drowning."
"I am not second-in-command.” I muttered, looking away from her intense gaze. "I am just the guy left holding the matches while the house burns down."
Laila didn't accept the self-pity. She walked around the side of desk, invading my personal space. Before I could process what she was doing, she gently pushed my knees apart, stepping right between them.
My breath hitched.
She reached down, her hands resting gently on my tense shoulders. The simple, quiet contact sent electricity
