Clary's heart raced every time Leandre exhaled, the warmth of his breath fanning her face, sending shivers down her spine at the close proximity. She pressed her lips together in advance, her thoughts running rampant, with what could happen if he closed the remaining gap between them. Should I headbutt him in the nose, sending him writhing on the floor in pain?
Leandre took in her tense expression and the way she held herself rigidly, pressing her lips together. Did she fear him? A sharp pang of anguish pierced his heart, prompting him to take a step back. He doesn't want to instil terror or unease in her heart.
He cleared up his thoughts and spoke. ''What kind of story you brewed up today?" Leandre crossed his arms and stood before her like a human wall, not giving her a chance to escape.
