Lyla
I took the stairs two at a time, my heart hammering against my ribs as I raced toward Ramsey's room. Lenny had just told me that Ramsey was back and in his quarters. After spending the entire night wondering where he'd gone, relief flooded through me at the news.
I knocked gently when I reached his door, but there was no response. My stomach clenched with anxiety as I turned the knob—it was unlocked. I let myself inside, moving carefully into the darkened room.
The room was dark; all the curtains were still drawn from the night before. I paused for a few seconds, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkened room. The sound of running water from the bathroom told me Ramsey was in the shower. I picked my way across the familiar space and settled on the edge of his bed to wait.
