Clare POV
I adjusted the small backpack over my shoulders as I continued to walk down the trail with John by my side. The sound of Leonel's crew around me was white noise at this point, as I was wrapped up in my thoughts.
John and I had gone and said quick goodbyes to my father and my brother, but both seemed to be acting weird. I couldn't place why, and before I could dive in further, Leonel had shown up and told us that we were leaving.
I looked up and saw Leonel heading the front of the group. As if he could sense my eyes on him, he glanced back and met my gaze, causing my breath to catch in my throat again.
Would he always cause this reaction in me? He looked away before I could this time. Obviously, he was still mad about the whole John thing.
My eyes dropped to the ground and I felt my cheeks flush, as much as I willed them not to. At least with the warm day and the physical activity of walking, my flushed cheeks didn't stand out.
