His Rebel

• Feelings •

Layla's POV

It was already dark outside.

We had our dinner in our room cause they asked if we wanted to and I replied yes of course.

After I saw Beth's true self through the way she spoke to Veronica, I didn't want to see her cause I might say something which will put us in a tight spot.

Sinn was on the sofa working, he had his laptop turned on and he tapped something on the keyboard at the speed of lightning. He has been on it for hours and had his dinner while working on his laptop, I on the other hand ate while thinking of ways how to torture both Beth and Adrian.

The maids had already taken away our empty plates back and now I was standing by the window staring at the dark sky as the keyboard noise filled in the room.

I sighed as I held my dagger and it shined, the moonlight reflecting on it.

It was a gift to me from my mother.

"Protect yourself at all cost Layla, you're the most precious to me in this world."

My mother's words ringed in my head when she gave me this dagger the night she told me to run away because of my father.

I've since kept this dagger with me.

Well, it's not the first I had, I've had many before but this was special.

"Having trouble sleeping?"

Sinn's deep voice questioned me and I felt him beside me.

I continued staring at the sky as the moon appeared and my heart felt heavy.

"Just miss my mom," I admitted truthfully. Maybe I got caught up in the moment and maybe I was thinking of her that I told him that cause I never opened up about my mother to anyone.

I don't find anyone worthy enough to talk about her with.

I expected him to at least ask me questions about her but he didn't and instead waited for me to open up at my pace.

And I loved that about him.

The wind blew making my hair blow away from my face. I felt a shiver run down my body because of it so I put away my dagger on the table beside me and crossed my arm to warm them up.

"Close the window, I don't want you catching a cold."

I turned my head to face him and he was already staring at me, with that intense gaze.

"Don't worry, I won't get sick and ruin this mission," I told him tauntingly.

"It's not for the mission, but you. I don't want you getting sick."

I felt that feeling again. The same feeling when he told me to keep the gun.

His ice-cold eyes were supposed to make me feel cold, but why were they making me feel warm inside?

"Why do you say such things to me?" I asked him not wanting to beat around the bush. I don't want to feel something I'm not supposed to.

His eyes flickered between mine and the moonlight made his eyes look even more beautiful.

"Cause you're the only one I want to say them to."

He stated simply and I just watched him, too stunned at his words. He turned around and walked away towards the king-sized bed leaving me staring at his muscular back.

He laid down on the bed and turned off the lights. The moonlight lighted the room enough for me to walk around without bumping into something.

I made my way onto my side of the bed and laid down. Staring at the ceiling on top as my mind replayed his words.