2 Works in Leila Murray
She could always tell when someone was staring at her scar. Most people could feel when they were being stared at, but there was a particular quality, a peculiar weight to a gaze directed at the scar, that wasn't there when someone was simply looking at her. She wondered who it was. Curiosity was still a new feeling, a sort of fledgling thing that she was nurturing, so she opened her eyes.