Heaven gripped the couch cushion, hoping she wouldn’t pass out again. This new ability weakened her, or so she assumed. Whenever she had the chance, she would ask Delia what kind of effect her abilities could have on her. For now, she had to stay awake and prevent Layne from confessing about the kiss.
He was hell-bent on ruining his friendship with Dylan. She didn’t know why. Unless he thought taking the blame would remove his guilt and absolve him from his actions.
Idiot. It would cost them both a world of heartache and him a trip to the ER.
Once she left her seat on the couch, she stood beside Dylan’s kneeling body. Then the cushion greeted her butt again. She noticed Layne jerk into an upright position. Was he going to swoop in and save her?
He’d have to get in line. Dylan grabbed h
