Bab 121: Watchful Eyes

TERESA'S P.O.V.

I dragged my feet behind the group, utterly drained from the brutal training session Adrian had put us through. My muscles ached, my mind was fried, and I was silently cursing every last one of them for having so much energy. The dark forest around us was still and quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. It might've been peaceful—if Leonard didn't exist.

He sidled up next to me, far too chipper for someone who had an army of little people searching for him. He sniffed dramatically in my direction, squinting as if studying me under a microscope.

I narrowed my eyes. What did he want? I couldn't believe I let him lick my face earlier. "Uh, Leonard? Do you mind?"

He ignored me, leaning closer with a devious grin. "Hmm… interesting."

"What's interesting?" I deadpanned, already regretting entertaining him.