Chapter 85 A Comforter

• Lyla’s pov
• I felt a pang of discomfort at his words, a deep ache in my chest. I didn’t want him to leave. The thought of being alone, even for a short while, sent a wave of panic through me. But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t voice the fear that twisted in my gut. I didn’t want to admit how much I needed him here.
• “I’ll be fine,” I muttered, forcing myself to sound casual, even though every part of me screamed for him to stay.