Leslie stared at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.
Her hands shook as she rubbed them together under the flowing tap. The water running through her fingers served as a soothing relief for her.
How the hell was she going to tell Lucas about the decision she had just made?
She was going to have to convince him to accept her views.
Goddess damn it! This wasn't going to make any sense to him. It didn't even make sense to her.
The face of her unexpected visitor flashed in her mind, “No way! I have to do this on my own,” she shook her head, chasing the image away.
Earlier, Lucas had passed on the message that there would be a dinner meeting among the obsidian members.
“I'll tell him after the meeting,”
