Lyla

“You’re going to want to sit down, Lyla.”

I frowned. “What? Why?”

“Please.”

His words were garbled with the fat lip and his jaw being as fucked up as it was. I didn’t have the heart to argue with him, especially not since it was taking such a great deal of effort to talk to me in the first place.

Grabbing one of the chairs over by the doorway, I dragged it over to the ...