The Escape [Part - 2]
She glared at him, but complied. The guards were almost at their nearest point now—one of them yawning, the other scraping the end of his halberd along the ground. Their footsteps crunched in unison, and the flash of torchlight danced upon the hedges.
Leon did not stir. Did not breathe audibly.
Nova, however, was hyper-conscious of every inch of his closeness. Of the way his arm touched her side. Of the rock-solid beat of adrenaline flowing through her chest.
And then—he leaned in a fraction closer. His voice, velvet-soft, caressed her ear.
"Is your heart racing?"
"No," she breathed.
He cocked his head, lips grazing just short of her jaw. "Liar."
She barely restrained the shiver that chased down her spine. The guards passed. Slowly. Talking in low, bored voices. When they were finally out of sight, Nova stepped away and gave Leon a sharp shove in the chest.
"You're doing this on purpose."
