Viola was looking down at her palm when she heard a curse from the she-wolf who had finally regained consciousness. "Fuck."
Viola turned to look at Laila, who was trying to sit up, but her chest was aching badly with the effort. Pursing her lips, she said, "If I were you, I wouldn't try to move. That wound is pretty deep. Sleep and let it heal before morning."
Laila became aware of the wolfless woman sitting across from her, and her expression immediately turned sour as everything that had happened came rushing back to her. She pushed her hair away from her face irritably.
"Where am I?" she demanded, sitting up anyway and grabbing at her chest as pain flashed across her face.
"Zoe's penthouse. Please keep your voice down, Zoe is resting. If you want to go home, you are free to leave, but if you take my advice and stay so you can heal, then do it quietly," Viola said with a sigh. "Because I am trying to pray."
