~Kinta~
Jayla and I have been in a stare-off since Lyric followed her father out. I only caught a snippet of their conversation, but it was enough to worry about the direction it was going in. I don’t know what’s come over Jayla, but confronting Lyric is not a good idea. On the other hand, it’s incredibly sexy that she’s trying to stick up for me….for us.
“Are you going to say anything? Yell at me for being stupid…..tell me to stay out of it?” Of course, all of those things have crossed my mind, but how can I say that to her? She’s my fated mate, and she’s in a horrible position. If all she does is confront Lyric vaguely, I’m getting off easy. “Well?” I step forward and hold my hand out. Jayla looks between my hand and my face a few times.
“Would you take a walk with me?” Jayla slowly
