A part of me had expected, and even hoped, that Leonardo would refuse. But he had just shrugged and left, leaving me with Forester.

He must really trust him, I think wearily.

I've been avoiding Forester's eyes this whole time, but I can't do that forever.

I look up at him, unsure what to expect, and nearly fall off my seat with shock.

He's looking at me like I'm a dream, his gaze roaming over every inch of my face as if to commit all my features to his memory.

I blink in confusion. Forester has never looked at me like this before. I'm used to him looking at me...