Arluin follows my gaze, squinting at the darkness. When I look back, the silhouette is gone. “There’s nothing there.” “But I saw someone—something.” Arluin pulls me in and kisses the top of my head. Even the caress of his lips doesn’t banish the uneasiness crawling across my skin. “You must be imagining things. Don’t tell me you’ve already started drinking.”
I kinda really hate him
