Nadia's POV
Landon almost shocked me out of my bones. He was the very last person expected to see at just little past midday.
He didn't look bad, better even than I last saw him. His golden vintage top did a poor job of concealing his muscles.
I had just dressed for Vance who said we were going to “Do it” right before he dashed out for some emergency.
I started sweating in my palms for obvious reasons, it's when I tried to clean my palms against my dress I realised I hadn't worn one.
I regretted ogling at Landons body when I should've been hiding mine.
I saw him see me and immediately regretted putting that nasty triumphant smile, I used to crave for, on his face.
After all he said, I can't lie, I had to suspect that he was behind the attacks, and I'm very sure Vance does too
