GREY'S POV
I had gotten a very faint whiff of her scent as soon as I had walked through the doors of the library, but I had long stooped trusting my senses a hundred percent when it came to Leila. I was so attuned to her that I saw something of her wherever I went, and in anything I looked at. I had cleary heard the other girl talk to her about the scar faced man she was after. I should have left the library the moment I heard Leila's voice. Instead I had stood there like a fool, drinking in the sight of her, and was reminded once again of the bastard that had asked her out. I wondered how far they had gone in their relationship now. It had been more than a week since I had been overhead her conversation with Ruelle, and now fate had somehow brought me into contact with her... again.
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