“I wanted to see the face of the man who saved me,” I say cautiously. He gives me a dangerous glare and goes completely still. I gulp, because I can just see it in the tension of his shoulders that I’ve crossed a line I shouldn’t have touched with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole. “You’ve got it backwards, angel.” Before I have a chance to ask him what he means, he lets go of me and leaves my apartment so fast I’m not sure he’s even human.
