Poppy's POV

I don’t slow down until we’re halfway down the corridor. Only then do I realise I’m gripping Leo’s hand hard enough to probably hurt him. I loosen my hold slightly and slow my pace.

“Sorry,” I breathe.

He doesn’t pull away. If anything, his grip tightens, steady and deliberate.

“Don’t apologise,” he says quietly. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

I let out a breath that does nothing to calm my nerves.

“Nothing,” I say automatically.

Leo doesn’t respond ...