Leona sat in her favorite coffee shop, staring at her untouched latte. She'd been there for twenty minutes, replaying the morning's encounter with Lucas over and over in her mind. The way he'd looked at her. The way his fingers had felt brushing her hair. The way every instinct had screamed at her to close the distance between them instead of running away.
"You look like hell."
Leona looked up to find Lily sliding into the seat across from her. Her best friend wore a concerned expression and carried an iced coffee that was more sugar than caffeine.
"Thanks," Leona said dryly. "That's exactly what I needed to hear."
"I'm serious. You've been weird for days now. Distracted, distant, like your mind is somewhere else." Lily leaned forward. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. I'm just stressed about training."
"Liar." Lily's eyes narrowed. "I've known you since we were five years old. I know when you're keeping something from me."
