DAMIEN’S POV
Layla has been pacing for a few minutes without saying a single word, even her mind is unable to form thoughts.
I sit still waiting for the hurricane, because I know it would come to me either ways.
Her mouths opens and closes as she tries to form words but nothing came out, just one sound or letters at intervals.
“Isa… Isabelle…is-“ She runs her hands through her face as she stares at me.
“Look it’s not as bad as you think it is” I try to calm her.
“My best friend could probably give her life for you and you’re telling me it’s not as bad as it seems?” She c***s her head to the side.
“I know what you’re thinking, but I swear I did not choose her myself. We don’t get to do that, the moon goddess does” I explain adjusting in my seat.
This whole thing is just so f****d
