Miles frowned, giving me a once-over as he unloaded our bags. “You alright?” He slammed the back of the SUV shut. I pursed my lips and nodded, unsure of what would come out if I actually opened my mouth. “Something you should know about me,” he said. “I need verbal confirmation and consent for most things.” The stern, no-nonsense response was a complete one-eighty from the human energy drink that had picked me up a few hours ago. “I’ll be fine,” I said, swallowing down the unease.
