Leon turned from the desk and faced her fully, his voice cutting straight to the heart of it.
"You have a tracking talent, don't you?"
Racheal's emerald eyes widened before she could stop herself. The words slipped out of her lips unguarded. "How did you know?"
Leon's grin sharpened. "I didn't. But now I do."
Her eyes narrowed, heat flashing across her face as she realized what just happened. She glared at him, but the memory of what came with meeting his gaze made her falter. Instead, she fixed her stare on the desk, refusing to look up. The act gave her the appearance of a timid little girl—but Rachel.was far from timid.
'He really played me,' she thought, biting down on her irritation.
Leon, still leaning against the desk, felt a rush of satisfaction. 'That actually worked.'
