Leah could feel his eyes on her, a tickle on the back of her neck. She turned before she could stop herself, but looked away in the same instant, frightened by what she glimpsed. Desire, yes, that had been expected. But also, and at least as strongly, hatred.
She skimmed the party, searching for a pocket of openness, an eye in the storm. Did the hate feed the desire? Or perhaps it was the other way around.
A thread of doubt wriggled into her mind, but she shook it away immediately. She knew what she’d seen. He might as well have been screaming his emotions. How she was so sure, how the information came to her, she had no idea. But the truth of what she’d glimpsed was absolute.