I stiffened, peering down at the hand, then up at the owner of it. “Leon,” the guy said with a small frown, “I thought that was you.” I stared at him a moment, unblinking, then gave his hand on my arm a pointed look. He took the hint, quickly releasing me and holding his hands up defensively. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I just wanted to grab you before you disappeared in another puff of smoke.” I smiled on the inside. “I’m not here for you, Lucas.” The younger man gave a small smile of relief, running a hand over his hair. “Well, that’s good to hear. I wanted to say thank you, though. For, you
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