LAYLA'S POV
I'm still lying in Eli's bed when I hear him get dressed in the dark.
He moves quietly - he always moves quietly - but there's something different in the way he's pulling on his shirt. A purpose. A decision that wasn't there an hour ago.
"Where are you going?"
He leans down and kisses my forehead. "I need to talk to my brothers."
Brothers. Not Rafe. Not Colt. Brothers. Plural.
He's out the door before I can ask what about, and I hear him cross the hallway and knock on Rafe's door. One knock. Low. The door opens and closes.
I sit up. Pull the sheet around me. Listen.
Colt's footsteps come down the hallway two minutes later - heavier than Eli's, faster - and then Rafe's door opens and closes again. Three brothers in one room. The wall I share with Rafe is thin enough to r
