LESLIE’S POV
Shifting her foot uneasily, Leslie glanced around the campground once again, searching for any sign of Lucas’ return.
Van had informed her that he had left shortly after her exit from his tent. Now, it was almost night time and Lucas hadn't returned.
Standing in front of her tent, she bit her finger as her brows creased up in worry.
‘I think he is coming,’ Vera said.
‘Lucas? Really?’ Leslie perked up at that, ‘Can you sense him?’
‘No, I meant Jackson.’
The little excitement she had felt faded instantly.
‘What? No way,’ she didn't want to see him.
“Van! Van!” she called out in a whisper.
Van strolled from a corner towards her.
“Van, I'm very tired. Please, I don't want any visitors.”
Van nodded, “Sure,”
“I mean it. No one at all,” she emphasized.
“Oh-kay,” Van
