Leonard's POV
I reached out through the mind-link again, my patience wearing thin. "Leo? I'm in Australia. What hotel are you staying at?"
The silence on the other end lasted a heartbeat too long. When he finally responded, his mental voice was sharp, laced with a strange kind of panic.
"You're in Australia?"
"Yes," I snapped back, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the bright lights of the terminal gave me a headache. "I told you I couldn't stay in that house, Leo. I had to get away before I shifted and killed someone. I took a public flight. I'm at the airport now—where are you?"
"What are you doing in Australia?" he demanded. He sounded unhappy—no, he sounded furious that I had followed him.
"Leo, I told you I can't stay at home!" I growled back, my frustration boiling over. "Stop asking me crap. Where the hell are you? Which hotel are you in?"
