“Hey, beautiful. Aren’t you going to say hi?”
Leo’s grinning down at me, easygoing as ever.
I hadn’t expected him to walk over. He hasn’t called or texted my other phone—not once.
I check it every day, but not for him.
For John.
And deep down, I have a terrible feeling that one day, he’s going to show up.
That I’ll have to pay for staying with Garret.
Or worse—he already knows my fate.
And he’s simply stopped caring.
“Hi,” I say, forcing a polite smile. “I didn’t want to bother you when you were busy with friends.”
Leo leans against the booth, bracing his hand against the top of the seat behind me. His smile deepens, cocky and sure. “You could never bother me.”
Amy’s brows shoot up at his confidence, but then her gaze shifts past him, locking onto something behind me.
My stomach drops.
I don’t have to turn around to know. I sense him before I smell him—Garret’s exotic cologne drifting through the air.
“You’re in my way,” Garret says scathingly.
But he’s not alone.
Leo straightens, stepping aside to let him through. He doesn’t expect Garret to slide into the booth right next to me, nor does he expect the seething glare Garret sends his way. I barely have time to process before my eyes shift to Azriel, who’s standing beside him.
His gaze flickers between Amy, me, and Leo, assessing the situation. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Azriel asks, his gaze trailing over Amy’s face—lingering a little too long on her chest—before snapping back up to her eyes.
Whoa.
I’ve never seen him act this cocky before.
Amy’s face flames bright red.
“Amy, this is?—”
“Azriel,” she cuts in, rolling her eyes dismissively. “I know. I tried signing up for tutoring once, but he said he was too busy.”
Azriel doesn’t flinch.
“I was,” he replies dryly before turning back to me.
“Are you okay?”
His eyes narrow playfully, but I know what he’s really asking.
I meet his gaze with a knowing smile.I see what you just did.
Azriel’s protective instinct is kicking in.
I like him, but I know where his loyalty lies.