EDWARD’S POV
I know something happened to Layla this afternoon, even though she won’t tell me. And I know it has to do with her piece-of-s**t ex-mate because I could smell him all over her, like she rolled in his scent or something.
Don’t ask me how I remember his scent. That’s Zyarx’s problem.
[Hey, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t pin your obsessive tendencies on me,] he snarls. [That’s all you.]
I don’t get to snap at him before Layla steps out of her room.
My eyes widen slightly and no, I’m not about to describe her in some sexy, sheer nightdress with glowing skin. Absolutely not.
She’s wearing pink pajamas with cartoon prints, clutching a book and a small purse, her hair down which is honestly the only thing working in her favor right now, considering the smudges of chocolate at
