Layla's POV:
I was stunned by Orlando's words. Did this paranoid man really think I was playing some sort of mind game with him?
Alright, I'd admit I had my reasons.
But right now, my intentions were as innocent as they could be. I just wanted to patch up my wound quickly.
It was a completely reasonable motive. Why was he acting so oddly?
I racked my brain, replaying the last time we met. Had I slipped up somehow? Was there something I said or did that gave him a reason to doubt me? But I was certain I hadn't let anything slip.
What was this game he claimed I was playing?
"You're injured, aren't you?"
Orlando's cold voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.
Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and began leading me towards his car.
He wasn't rough, but the sheer difference i
