LAYLA’S POV
I stare at myself in the mirror and exhale.
“You can do this, Layla,” I mutter, and yes, that’s an affirmation for surviving Edward Strout, not for getting through the semester. Just to be clear.
Yeah, I know, that might sound ungrateful, but anyone in my shoes would need prayers and some sort of motivation to live with a guy whose ego is the size of a mountain and who looks at everyone with the same condescending expression.
But I’ll be fine. I have to be. When Dad figures out I’m gone, he’s definitely going to do something, and I need to be ready for that instead of worrying about a grumpy Alpha’s son.
So here’s to the first day of classes as a senior. Hopefully, I survive it… and every other day after.
Grabbing my bag, I step out and head to the living room, only to st
