Sure enough, Layla’s father was waiting for her in the kitchen with a coffee in one hand and his ipad in the other. Layla crept slowly towards the kitchen doors, knowing full well she would be getting a talking to about missing the VIPs' arrival the day before.
Fae and werewolves, really creatures of any kind, didn’t just get sick or not feel well at random. It was either serious, a lie, or somehow mating-related like heat or pregnancy. While the situation was serious, it was thankfully not serious in a medical way, nor was it mating-related so really, Layla knew she was already backed into a corner. Her mind raced with her thoughts of how she may maneuver herself around her father's pointed questions and criticisms.
It would be impossible to get him to believe that she had actually be
