“Ready to be defeated?” he taunts my best friend. “In your dreams.” Layla smirks, focusing on the screen. “Will you cheer me on?” Thompson asks me. I swivel my head to see him smiling at me. “Sorry. She’s my best friend, and my loyalty to her comes first.” “Loyalty…” He holds my gaze. “It’s a remarkably interesting thing, and every person has their own take on it. Right?” “Probably.” What the fuck was that? Is he implying something?
