Layla's POV
The arguing stopped as soon as I walked in.
It wasn't a smooth natural end to whatever they were talking about, it was abrupt, the words cut off mid sentence.
Kian was standing in front of a monitor with a defensive look on his face, as if he hadn't expected anyone to overhear their conversation and Caleb was off to the side with one arm held tightly across his chest, the other hand clenched around his tablet. His shoulder was still wrapped and the way he kept shifting his weight told me it hurt more than he wanted to admit. He looked like he was running on painkillers, anger, and very little sleep.
The screen behind them was frozen on a still image and with one quick glance at the screen, I knew instantly that I didn't need to see any more. The keycard was there
