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»Why are you here?
Leah pressed her long fingers against her temples. She had fingers made for piano, or drawing, something artistic and creative. She wrote instead, pencil flying across pages in a blur, perpetual graphite stain on the side of her hand. She wasn't writing now, instead she was watching the woman across from her write.
Therapy. The word sounded like a cuss in her mind and it came out like one when she'd confronted Sam.
"Therapy? Are you serious?"
He'd sighed at her and rubbed his hand roughly across his short hair. It was damp from his shower and Leah couldn't help the way her eyes lingered on the drops of water still glistening on his warm skin.
"Please, Leah." The shadows in his eyes broke her heart and she'd left without another word, the fight leaving her in a rush of breath and tears stinging her eyes. She slashed them away violently and ignored her brother's calls as she took off running.
The Quileute woman across from her stilled the pen on her page. "Miss Clearwater?"
Leah blinked, stunned to find tears in her eyes at the mere memory of Sam. "I'm fine. Are we done now?"
At her nod, she unfolded her lithe body from the chair and loped out of the office with practiced grace. She'd taken three steps into the wind when he was standing in front of her. "Do you mind, Jacob Black, you're in my way."
"Not at all." He smiled a false smile at her but he didn't move. She and Seth, though not the youngest, were both the smallest of the pack. All of Leah's muscle was trimmed down and lean, barely adding an ounce to her willowy frame. Jacob's was built up and burly, like a small bear. She was a gazelle.
She pursed her lips in annoyance and stepped around him lightly. He didn't react until she was behind him, reaching out and grabbing her wrist violently. She stopped but didn't turn around, only moving when he pulled her back.
He jerked his head towards the building she'd just left. "Sam finally got you in therapy, huh?"
She glared at him and slowly pried his fingers from the vice grip around her wrist, soft tan skin already marred with his imprint. "Maybe it'll rub off on you. Pack mind after all. Tell Bella I say hello."
She smiled sweetly and loped off, disappearing into the trees with barely a sound. She hated Jacob Black, but at least she knew his weakness.
Leah pressed her long fingers against her temples. She had fingers made for piano, or drawing, something artistic and creative. She wrote instead, pencil flying across pages in a blur, perpetual graphite stain on the side of her hand. She wasn't writing now, instead she was watching the woman across from her write.
Therapy. The word sounded like a cuss in her mind and it came out like one when she'd confronted Sam.
"Therapy? Are you serious?"
He'd sighed at her and rubbed his hand roughly across his short hair. It was damp from his shower and Leah couldn't help the way her eyes lingered on the drops of water still glistening on his warm skin.
"Please, Leah." The shadows in his eyes broke her heart and she'd left without another word, the fight leaving her in a rush of breath and tears stinging her eyes. She slashed them away violently and ignored her brother's calls as she took off running.
The Quileute woman across from her stilled the pen on her page. "Miss Clearwater?"
Leah blinked, stunned to find tears in her eyes at the mere memory of Sam. "I'm fine. Are we done now?"
At her nod, she unfolded her lithe body from the chair and loped out of the office with practiced grace. She'd taken three steps into the wind when he was standing in front of her. "Do you mind, Jacob Black, you're in my way."
"Not at all." He smiled a false smile at her but he didn't move. She and Seth, though not the youngest, were both the smallest of the pack. All of Leah's muscle was trimmed down and lean, barely adding an ounce to her willowy frame. Jacob's was built up and burly, like a small bear. She was a gazelle.
She pursed her lips in annoyance and stepped around him lightly. He didn't react until she was behind him, reaching out and grabbing her wrist violently. She stopped but didn't turn around, only moving when he pulled her back.
He jerked his head towards the building she'd just left. "Sam finally got you in therapy, huh?"
She glared at him and slowly pried his fingers from the vice grip around her wrist, soft tan skin already marred with his imprint. "Maybe it'll rub off on you. Pack mind after all. Tell Bella I say hello."
She smiled sweetly and loped off, disappearing into the trees with barely a sound. She hated Jacob Black, but at least she knew his weakness.