DAMIEN’S POV
Layla runs her hand through her hair for the umpteenth time as we walk through the parking lot.
We had just put in the plans for faking Isa’s death and we were walking back to prom.
She had been nervous all the way through and she kept looking round and round.
“You do know if you keep doing that, you would draw suspicions and we don’t want that” I state putting her hand in mine and rubbing small circles at the back of her palm.
This was a calming and coping mechanism for her and Isa, and it always worked like magic.
“I don’t know what to do, my nerves are way up to the top of my head and I feel like it’s going to start ringing anytime soon” She complains, squinting her eyes as her head began to sway.
I frown as I put my hands on her face.
“Layla, listen to me, it’s
