WHAT THE FLAMES DIDN'T BURN

Layla’s POV

The bandage on my side was soaked through. I could feel it sticking to the stitched flesh underneath every time I moved, which was why I didn’t.

Lucas tossed me a bottle of whiskey and said nothing. That was his version of concern.

I caught it with my good hand, took a swig, and l...

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