I folded my arms loosely across my chest, ignoring the faint pull in my healing arm as I faced him.
“Alright,” I said, my voice cutting clean through the stillness.
“You dragged me all the way out here in the middle of the night to tell me someone is out there to kill me. So start talking.”
Fannar didn’t answer immediately. He stood a few feet away, shoulders relaxed, posture easy, but there was nothing careless about him. His eyes were on me again, sharp, focused, like he was trying to memorize something. It was starting to get under my skin.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I snapped.
That seemed to pull him back, just slightly.
“Because you’re not paying attention,” he said.
My brow furrowed.
“To what?”
“To the fact that there are people out there who would kill
