Declan's POV:
I hadn't planned on laughing at all. But the second Lyla planted herself at the foot of the bed, arms crossed tight over her chest and eyes narrowed like she was seriously weighing whether shoving me out the window would count as attempted murder, the chuckle just slipped out.
"You think this is funny?" she demanded, her voice low but sharp enough to cut glass.
"A little bit, yeah," I admitted, still grinning.
"A little?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused.
"Okay, fine. A lot," I said, letting the laugh fade into a smirk as I watched her cheeks flush with frustration.
She inhaled slowly, like she was counting to ten in her head, then pointed at the door. "Get. Out. Right now, Declan."
I folded one arm behind my head, leaning back against the pillows even though
