LEILA
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Misa looked up from her notebook, her eyes, that fierce, intelligent, sparkling with something that looked suspiciously like amusement.
A slow smile spread across her face, a genuine one, warm and surprising after the intensity of the night before.
“No,” she said, her voice soft, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest.
“No, you didn’t mess up.” She stood up while the rising from the chair felt so easy and in a more fluid way.
“Rather, you gave us a better plan, we actually could’ve been killed if we had tried how we planned it.”
My confusion must have been written all over my face.
A better plan?
How is that?
Everything had gone wrong. My ankle was throbbing, Gomez had attacked me, and I’d ended up in Damien’s room, the morning sun revealing just how completely I
