LEILA'S POV
The red blotches on his shirt eerily reminded me of Grey's blood which had spattered on it. Dots danced at the edges of my vision, and I realized I was so petrified that I forgot to breathe. Gale's smile began to fade.
"Leila," Gale said, his voice laced with concern. "Are you okay? You're sweating and... I don't know if it's the light over there, but you look kind of pale."
I put my hand to my brow and found that he was right. I was sweating like I had just come out from a shower. I groped for my handkerchief, wiped my sweaty face.
"It must be the lights," I said. "Oh and to answer your first question, I got home okay. I just er- made a brief stop at the place I told you about, then headed home."
Gale's worried expression did not relax. "Sure you're good though?"
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