Chapter 129. I Won’t Let Her Win

Chloe’s POV

I was sitting on the couch in my new place. My heart was still beating fast from everything that happened, but I was not finished.

Not at all. I called Grace, whom I knew had her own reasons for hating Layla. If I couldn’t do it by myself, Grace was my next best option. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I stood up, brushed my shirt down, and opened the door.

“Chloe?” Grace stood at the door, dark hair slicked back, sharp eyes. She was wearing a leather jacket and jeans.

“Come in,” I said, moving out of the way. “Please close the door behind you.”

She did and surveyed the apartment. “Nice place,” she said dryly.

“It’s temporary,” I said, clearly not in the mood for small talk. “Please take a seat. We need to talk.”

Grace dropped into a chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “You said this was about Layla. What’s going on?”

I leaned against the wall in front of her, watching her closely. I had heard t