Leila POV
The morning started the way it always did lately: with me second-guessing every decision I'd made since meeting Chase. As I folded the last of Ash's clothes into the battered duffel bag, I caught myself sighing for the millionth time. My brain was doing its usual thing—replaying every moment, every interaction, every decision. And yeah, I regretted sneaking around like this. But it was for the best. Right?
Right.
I shook my head, stuffing the thought away with Ash's favorite hoodie. It wasn't like Chase would make a scene if he found out what I was doing... probably. But still, I'd rather avoid the inevitable argument. Vampires were annoying like that—always needing to assert their dominance, always knowing what was "best."
