Layla's POV

"What?!" Noah roared standing up from the bed in rage.

I flinched, withdrawing to the side of the bed.

The look he had on his face at the moment was a striking contrast from what he had on when he first came into the room.

At the beginning of my explanation, he had been calm, he listened attentively... But the more I spoke, the more his expression changed.

Unlike what I told Kaila, I didn't even add my name to anything.

Everything was all Elena's fault.

This was easier because, Noah only had brief memories of Elena... He didn't see her face in them, I was sure of...