Leo's POV
I began to undo the latches. Each click sounded like a gunshot in the silent room. She kept shaking her head, her gloved hands coming up to push at my chest, pleading with me in a silence that was louder than any scream.
No, no, no, her body language cried out.
But I refused to listen. Something deep in my marrow told me not to stop. I didn't care if I was starting a war. I didn't care if I was breaking every law in Nigeria. I had to know.
"Don't fight me," I whispered, my voice cracking.
My fingers found the final release. With a sharp tug, I lifted the heavy charcoal helmet. It slipped from my hands, hitting the floor with a dull, hollow thud that echoed against the walls.
My eyes came in contact with her face, and I stopped breathing. The world stopped turning.
There, standing right in front of me… was my Scarlett.
