Author's POV
Esmeralda blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering as consciousness returned in fragments. She looked around slowly like the jet would talk and explain itself about how she ended up here.
The hum of the jet.
The soft leather beneath her.
The warmth that had only just left her.
“…Leo?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
“I’m here.”
She turned her head slightly, her eyes finding him almost immediately.
And then she frowned.
Not in confusion.
In curiosity.
Because he was looking at her.
Not casually.
Not absentmindedly.
But intently.
“…Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, her voice still soft but threaded with amusement.
Leoandros didn’t look away.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m…” She gestured weakly at herself. “I don’t know. Something important.”
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