Lyla's Pov:
He ignored me and kept walking.
I stepped in front of him, blocking his path. His eyes slowly dropped to mine. The easy amusement disappeared completely. “Move.”
“No. We need to do this.”
His voice became dangerously quiet. “I said… move. Get out of my way.”
Every nerve in my body screamed at me to listen. He wasn’t shouting. He didn’t have to. The threat sat in the silence between us. My pulse hammered against my ribs. I hated that I was scared. I hated even more that he seemed to know it.
“I can’t do my job if you keep running away from this. Avoiding it only makes the injury worse in the long run.”
“I’m not running. I just don’t want to deal with you right now.”
“Then prove it. Sit down and let me check your shoulder. Show me that you can handle this like the profes
