I cursed my luck internally as Luke continued dragging onwards in front of all. My plan to go unnoticed and not to attract much attraction from the FBI for as long as I was there was backfiring and now I was in everyone’s line of sight as their Chief continued dragging me forward.
He made me enter his cabin and closed the door behind us firmly, then turned around and locked eyes with me, being concerned for me. He then eyed our joint hands confusedly and murmured more to himself than to me, “Why are your hands so cold?”
Startled at his rather unpredictable trail of thought, I snatched my hands back roughly and stared at him in shock.
“Are you okay?”, he asked, sounding genuinely concerned for me.
He then slowly put his hands on my shoulders and said worriedly, “You are way too cold.
