Layton didn’t ask for directions to my house, but he knew where I lived.
I assumed he planned on staying when he followed me to the front door. It was barely two in the afternoon, so my parents weren’t home yet.
I heard Layton’s footsteps following me to the living room.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“What?” I took a seat on one of the couches and Layton sat on the coffee table, right in front of me.
“Why did you leave with them?”
“Nate took me,” I replied.
I leaned my head on the back of the couch, hoping to organize my jumbled up thoughts.
“Willingly?”
“Do you think I left willingly?”
“That’s what it looked like,” he replied.
“So what if I left with Nate? What’s it to you?” I asked.
“I already told you to stay away from Zeverus,” Layton growled.
He got up from the coffee tab
