Leah's POV
He held the letter in his hands, and his eyes did not stop looking at me. My hands were placed beneath my elbows, scratching them as though something dire had come on me.
"You have anything to ask me?" I was forced to ask, considering his action of not averting his gaze from me.
"Are you worried?"
His question caught me off guard, and my fingers were already starting to shake, but I was trying to hide it from his notice.
"No… I'm not worried. Nothing bothers me."
"But you're sweating." His hands touched my shoulders. "Your body is getting warmer all of a sudden."
He had started with playing games with me, subtle games that could always sway me. He went back on looking at the envelope the letter was placed in as though the information he wanted to read was on the envelope.
"I wonder what is written in it," he said. "Could it be something important?"
