“Thanks,” I say, and then I start to walk away too, because being alone with Slade is bad for my plans. Much to my irritation, he follows me, sticking like a thorn in my side. I shoot him a look. “Do you mind?” Hands tucked into pockets, the bastard strolls. Leisurely. Like he has nothing better to do. “Not at all. I enjoy long walks in a dreary library.”
