There was a murder on the other side of the city today, you know. You should be more careful.” My heart pounds in my chest as I look at him, and I have to tip my head back slightly to see his face and the way his eyes glitter darkly. “Was it you?” I whisper, gripping my keys and coffee tighter when he starts to take them for me. His eyes flick up to mine, narrowing before he smiles. “I brought you dinner. Well, I brought us dinner. Wouldn’t you rather eat than ask me if I killed someone today?” “No.”
