Lyla
"You're taking his side?" I stared at Ramsey, surprised.
Ramsey didn't answer me. He had managed to cart me out of the situation room into his bedroom after me, and Lenny had engaged in a hot argument. Lenny had been going on about me not loving Ramsey and stuff.
"Do you believe everything he just said? That I don't love you and that I'm selfish. Do you believe that? Let me not even start with all the things Lenny had told me. On that day, you travelled to…"
"Please, Lyla!" he raised his hand in protest. "Let's not go there. I have so much running through my mind, and I don't want to go there now. We'll talk about it later."
"Later, today, tomorrow, right now? What difference does it make? You're letting Lenny come between us again. He hates me, and he's trying to…"
"Lyla, please," he interrupted me again, running a hand through his hair. "Now more than ever, I cannot do this. The pack needs me, and I don't want or need any emotional burden right now."
