LEO'S POV.
I paced back and forth in the corridor, the air thick with a tension I hadn’t anticipated, one I hadn’t seen coming at all. When Caleb arrived, I hadn’t expected this confrontation. What am I talking about? The kid shouldn’t even be here in the first place, let alone having this conversation. But there he stood, eyes narrowed, arms crossed, a mixture of confusion and frustration etched on his face as he waited for my response.
“How did you find out about this? Who told you, Caleb?” I demanded, unable to keep the anger and suspicion out of my voice. “Who have you been talking to?”
“Elder Lowell.” Caleb’s tone was calm and slow, like he was weighing every word before speaking, which is exactly what he should be doing, considering he was already treading on thin ice by showing u
