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Her smile.
Her hair.
I want to see everything about her.
I squeeze my eyes shut and roll onto my side, feeling the breeze blowing through me, as though it wants to take my pain away with it. But it can't.
Goddammit, it hurts. It fucking hurts.
I want to see Layla, the girl who has the guts to make her way into my heart.
I want to stare into her eyes when she speaks to me.
I want to watch her beautiful smile curve on her lips when I amuse her.
I even want to see her angry face.
But there's only one thing my eyes can see.
Darkness.
Chapter 26
Layla
I walk toward the kitchen to refill the jug of water for Kellan. My mind goes back to what happened with him in the past few days.
The intensity I felt when we danced keeps coming back into my mind.
I might have tried to hide it with my cheerful attitude, but my heart was actually beating really fast every time I was close to him.
Behind that cold exterior, I can see the person he really is.
The man with such protective traits for the people dear to him.
The man who was willing to sacrifice himself to protect his little sister, so much so that his sight was taken away from him when he was trying to save her.
The man who is consistently angry because he can't do anything to help his brother.
After I fill the jug with water in the kitchen, I turn around the corner and bump into a man’s chest.
I almost scream as the person covers my mouth in his hand. The jug of water falls from my hands, the glass shattering into pieces on the ground. He drags me towards another hallway—a deserted one—and corners me against the wall.
My eyes widen as I see Marco staring down at me. He signals with his finger over his mouth to keep me quiet. I don't know what he's going to do, but the only thing I can do is nod so that he can release me.
His eyes soften, and slowly, he lets go of his hand.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
Nobody would do something like that to me again after knowing my tattoo, but on the other hand, I know that Marco is a nice guy. I don't think that he's going to hurt me.
"I’m about to leave for weeks because they gave me a very lame job, but I can’t get my mind off you. I heard rumors. Everyone is talking about you and Kellan," he says, sounding pissed. "Is that true?"
"Do you know about my tattoo?" I ask him back.
He nods. "I know now. That's ridiculous."
I frown. That's not the reaction I expected.
