“Stay away from him,” he advised, his gaze piercing. My eyebrows furrowed. “So, you did look into him. What did you find?” He leaned in. “Absolutely nothing.” I remained silent, prompting him to elaborate as he released my arm. “And that’s very unsettling as I always find something, no matter the subject,” he continued. “There’s been only one other instance where I failed.” “And who was that?” I knew the answer but asked anyway. His gaze swept over me from head to toe, then returned to the crowd ahead as he turned his back to me. “You.”
