LEILA'S POV
For what felt like the umpteenth time that evening, I moved slowly, walked to the corner of the window that looked out on to the street. I peered out of it.
It was just the usual view. The street was mostly deserted. So why did I feel like I was being watched? I gently rubbed the back of my neck where the hairs seemed like they were not only prickling but always standing on end lately.
"Hey, Leila!"
I turned to see that Ruelle had walked into the living room. She was eyeing me curiously as she slipped on a jacket she had slung over one arm.
"What were you doing staring out that window?" she asked. "Are you expecting someone?"
I hesitated, wondering if I should tell me my concerns. Though she would probably only laugh and make it seem like I was delusional or something, I
