A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’m glad you’re not that dumb.”
“What?” I looked at him in shock. “What do you mean by that?”
He shrugged one powerful shoulder. “If you’re going to keep asking me questions, you might as well continue on your way alone.”
He turned and started walking again, leaving me standing there in the pouring rain. Panic flared in my chest. I lunged forward and grabbed his hand before I could think better of it. His skin was warm, surprisingly so, despite the cold storm.
“Wait!”
He stopped but didn’t turn around right away. His broad back was tense, water streaming down his silver hair.
“I’ll come with you,” I said quickly, my voice barely louder than the rain.
He finally turned. A warm, almost gentle smile softened his sharp features for just a
