LAYLA’S POV
“Want some lemonade Layla?” Isa asks as she carefully enters my room with a tray.
“No” I groan as I weakly move around my bed. “And how did you get lemonade?” I add.
“Life through lemons at me” She shrugs and I deadpan.
“Sorry” She giggles. “I just wanted to say that so bad” She adds and I roll my eyes.
“Having fun?” I croak and I smile disappears.
“How are you feeling?” She mutters softly, placing the tray on my bedside table.
“Like s**t. The explosion really did a number on me” I respond, running a hand through my hair as I sit up.
“Explosions, they were eight of them, you passed out after the fifth one. You held on tight for so long” She says, adjusting the duvet over her laps.
I sigh “You heard from Damien yet?” I ask, grabbing the cup of lemonade from the tray.
