Layla's POV
“Five of the cars were stolen last night. It’s not a random theft”. Caleb’s voice was flat.
I didn't know what to say. It was a bit too much to take in after everything that happened last night.
“Drop me off”, I said.
He kept his eyes on the road. “You should stay with me”.
“No”. I pulled my coat tighter around me. “I can take care of myself. I should go home. I’m fine”.
He let out a short laugh. “I don’t think you did a good job at that last night”.
Heat rose in my face. Fury brightened my eyes. “You think I don’t know how to take care of myself?”
“You didn’t last night”. He looked at me, calm as a flat lake. “You froze. You got hurt. You could’ve been killed.”
“I was…” I stopped. I remembered the smell of gunpowder and the way my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “I was s
