“I know that!” With shaking hands, I pull out the black robe and toss it to him. My stomach lurches. I shut my eyes and swallow until my gorge settles. Then I crack an eye open.
Adom ties the robe together and approaches me. He bends carefully—as though his body aches, too—and touches my damp temple with cool, firm fingers. “Are you hurt?”
Both eyes are fully open now, and I stare at him with silent defiance.
Shadows obscure his face. “I didn’t intend to frighten you.”
“You didn’t,” I insist, batting his fingers away from my sweat-beaded forehead.
His eyes are serious and probing. “You screamed.”
“You were showing off,” I accuse. “I could have died.”
He touches my shoulder lightly, as if he expects me to push him away again. “I swear you’re safe when you travel me. I won’t let anyth
