Lyla's POV:
By eleven, Marissa was fast asleep in Declan’s room. I knew because she had texted me asking for an extra blanket, and I had quietly brought one up. Now I stood in my own bedroom, staring at the locked door. I had turned the lock twice, just to be sure. Declan could take the couch downstairs. Problem solved.
I changed into an oversized sleep shirt and soft shorts, washed my face with cool water, brushed my teeth, and tied my hair up into a loose bun. The moment I climbed under my lavender comforter, I let out a long, tired sigh. Finally, some peace.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand. Three unread messages from Talia waited for me.
TALIA: Is he still alive?
TALIA: Are YOU still alive?
TALIA: If you don’t respond in five minutes I’m calling campus security, I swear.
