Intentions

>>Leila

I read through the pages slowly. One, because I wanted to enjoy the story and two, because I was hiding under a desk and only had one book at hand.

A foot kicked me softly and made me glare up.

“You’re still not done yet?” Vin was sitting on the desk chair I was hiding under. We were at his father’s office and Vin sits at the desk to receive the patients and payments.

“Almost,” I looked back down at the words.

“Leila, you better hurry up.” He straightened up on his chair, “You have to get home before sundown.”

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