Chapter 68 - A long forgotten friend (1/2)

I couldn't believe my eyes. what was Lyla doing here? My gaze rested on her as she pulled in her big silver suitcase with a tiny flag of Titan on the front. I couldn't move, the boys didn't help her either. However, it wasn't her presence that bothered me the most. More like what Grant had told me earlier. Leaving? We can't leave now, not when Lyla was standing right here.

She curiously studied Grant then Demos. Pacing slowly back and forth with one finger on her chin. After a minute, Lyla left her suitcase in the middle of the living room and turned to me.

”Why did you order two of them?” she stuck her thumb towards them.

”Sognare made a mistake...well, that's what I thought at first,” both of them watched us closely in utter silence. They didn't proceed to greet her either, which was a little odd.

”Well, don't they have tongues or manners?” she turned with her hands behind her back staring straight at them.

”We do speak,” answered Demos shortly.

”Hi, I'm Lyla, Liliane's best friend,” she extended her hand at him, he shook it briefly then she faced Grant but he just stared at her.

”I don't think I like this one,” she retrieved her hand.

”The feeling is shared,” he shot with a dry tone. Lyla gasped as she walked back at me.

”You were right when you said your robots were giving you a hard time. What kinda masochist programmed those things? So rude,” she hid her mouth while commenting. But it was loud enough for the whole room to hear. I laughed nervously and averted my eyes. This situation wasn't what I was hoping for.

”Lyla, please they are not rude. They just aren't used to...” my voice trailed off when I met my mates' cold glares.

”We are curious, who is that person? Because Liliane never mentioned having a friend called Lyla...a best friend at it,” Demos crossed his arms over his chest. ”It seemed she has been keeping a lot of secrets. Even going as far as speaking ill about us, behind our backs,” he went on with a frown.

”Liliane, that's not very nice calling us liars when you are doing the same. It seems honesty is not your best quality,” added Grant. Both shook their heads in perfect syncing. Lyla stepped away from me, with a hurt look. It was overly exaggerated. I always thought her excessive happy mood had to be an act. But then, I'm the gloomy one among us two. So, everyone expressing their feelings were either alien or faking it.

”You didn't tell them about... me?”

”Wait, I was... I can explain,” I stumbled on my tongue desperate the right excuse. Whatever, I do don't add another lie to the pile.

”You can?” Grant stepped in with arched eyebrows.

”I was upset, I called her. I needed someone to talk to and it was the week first we spend together... We weren't getting along. She is my friend,” I tried my best to stick to the truth. It came out flat and emotionless.