Leslie Howard had rarely trusted someone like she did now.
But in David Redington's arms, she felt at ease.
Or rather, in that moment of most confusion and fear last night, when this man appeared... a feeling of unprecedented security welled up from the depths of her heart.
Even if she didn't want to admit it, Leslie Howard had to face the difference David Redington made in her heart.
He was special.
The woman wrapped her slender, fair arm around the man's neck, rubbed her face in the nook of his neck, and said somewhat petulantly, "My mother deliberately drugged me, but she wasn't trying to ruin me with other men. She wanted... to have me with you..."
At this, Leslie Howard's tone paused, inexplicably recalling more than four years ago.
It was the same then. Her mother drugged her to have her with David Redington.
Some things seem like a cycle, coming back around and repeating.
