𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋
After what felt like a thousand years, Layla finally turned toward me, her amber eyes settling on mine. "I don't know why you would assume I was in trouble simply because I'm dating Mato. But I can assure you, I'm in no trouble at all."
From the corner of my eye, I noticed her flick her nails as her palm lay on the bar. Dead giveaway.
"You expect me to believe that?"
She flicked a strand of her hair back. "I don't expect anything from you." Her gaze moved to where Mato was standing with a crowd of men. More flicking of her nails.
I cocked a brow. "You're afraid of him."
She looked back at me. "What? No. Of course not."
"Then why do you look nervous?"