I was ready to leave and move on to the next phase of my plan, when I spotted Daniel approaching us from across the parking lot.
"Layla," he called out with that familiar tone of false concern. "Can I have a word with you?"
"What is it, Daniel?" I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation.
He glanced nervously at Axel, then back at me. "I wanted to check on you. See how you're holding up after all of this." He gestured vaguely toward the cemetery with an uncertain hand.
"I'm fine," I replied curtly.
"I was thinking maybe we could meet up later. Talk privately. You know, away from all the family drama," he continued, his voice dropping to what he probably thought was a more intimate tone.
I looked at him with disgust. "Go back to your pregnant wife, Daniel."
"Layla, I meant what I said the other day. About us," he pressed, stepping closer despite my obvious discomfort.
"And I meant what I said just now. Go back to Cassandra," I repeated firmly, taking a step backwards.
