“So what were you trying to do?” I asked in a low voice. “When?” I looked up to see his eyes still closed. “You said you weren’t trying to scare me upstairs,” I told him. “So, what were you trying to do?” His chest rose and fell in steady breaths, hesitating a moment. “I was trying to see if you liked it,” he whispered. If I liked what? Him? The chase? The danger? The risk? Well, I didn’t. But I couldn’t help but ask, “And? What conclusion did you come to?” The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, but he didn’t open his eyes, and he didn’t answer. “Go to sleep.”
