KAIA’S POV
My eyes continued to move between a very calm Leander and a very seething Gareth. Deep down, a cold, heavy knot twisted in my stomach. I knew Gareth too well, and nothing about the look on his face right now told me this would end well.
Gareth stepped forward, his boots crunching over twigs and dead leaves, and his jaw set so tight I thought it might snap. Then he tapped Leander’s shoulder. It wasn’t in a gentle or casual way. It was the kind of tap meant to provoke. “I’m talking to you,” Gareth barked, his voice sharp enough to cut.
Leander’s gaze slowly dropped to the place where Gareth had touched him. His voice came out low and too calm as he spoke. “Don’t touch me again.”
I didn’t know what was wrong with him today, but he really didn’t look like he was in the mood for
