Chapter15-03

Layton didn’t ask for directions to my house, but he knew where I lived.

I assumed he planned on staying when he followed me to the front door. It was barely two in the afternoon, so my parents weren’t home yet.

I heard Layton’s footsteps following me to the living room.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"What?" I took a seat on one of the couches and Layton sat on the coffee table, right in front of me.

"Why did you leave with them?"

"Nate took me," I replied.

I leaned my head on the back of the couch, hoping to organize my jumbled up thoughts.

"Willingly?"

"Do you think I left willingly?"

"That’s what it looked like," he replied.

"So what if I left with Nate? What’s it to you?" I asked.

"I already told you to stay away from Zeverus," Layton growled.

He got up from the coffee table and shoved it away.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He asked.