Louis
By the time we got to Leanne’s apartment, she had taken the time to clean up and put herself together. I almost thought I had imagined her disheveled state when Nash had pushed her into the meeting room. Now her hair was neatly combed and tied back into a thin, limp ponytail at the back of her neck. She had changed into a dark and somber dress that looked like something her grandmother might have worn to a funeral.
She looked at me with large, frightened eyes. Eyes that were also red and swollen from crying. “Your highness!” She blurted when the guard outside her door had disappeared back into the hallway. Her eyes skittered between me and Nash and finally settled somewhere on the floor between her feet.
“Perhaps we should sit down,” I suggested. I looked around her apart
