Rayla opened her heavy eyelids, groaning as the harsh morning light hit her eyes. Her body ached from the awkward position she’d slept in, curled up on her bed with her bathrobe still clinging to her skin. Her hair, somehow still damp, stuck to her face and neck, and a shiver ran through her as the cold air seeped into the room. She reached for her phone, her heart sinking when she saw no missed calls from Scarlet. There were a few messages from her dad and Zack, but she couldn’t bring herself to open them. Her mind was elsewhere.
Her gaze drifted to her desk, which was an uncharacteristic mess. Papers were scattered, books stacked haphazardly, and her usually neat pens and notebooks were in disarray. She remembered how Asher would barge into her room, messing up her carefully organized s
