Layla's POV
The phone buzzed across the kitchen counter while I sliced through a loaf that Erin had just dropped by with. We were going to have breakfast together, but there were issues stacking up at work for her to deal with and she had to leave quickly.
She sipped at the thermos mug I had shoved into her hand and waved brightly as she pulled the door shut behind her, leaving the villa to settle back into the quiet that wrapped itself around everything.
I wrinkled my nose as I wiped the knife clean, put it back in its place, and glanced across at the screen. Then I felt my mouth curve upwards.
Whitecrown Estate.
Freja snorted, pleased that their name was once again chasing after us.
"Pick it up. Let's see which clown wants our attention first thing in the morning."
