Leila POV:
What the hell do I do?
I stood there in the hallway, every nerve on edge as I waited for my baby—and for my doom. The cheerful chatter of the restaurant seemed far away, muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. My hands trembled slightly, and I clenched them into fists to steady myself.
Why? Why did he have to come back into my life now, of all times? Just when I'd found peace, a semblance of serenity in this quiet life I'd built for myself and Ash.
Half of me felt... relief. A dangerous, treacherous relief that warmed my chest and softened my resolve. Mate. Chase was here. Layla was practically purring, her happiness at his presence flooding through me like a tidal wave.
But the other half of me felt like the walls were closing in, and doom had come knocking on my door.