âYes,â I whispered.
âIf I gave you the impression I would hurt you, Iâm sorry.â He seemed at a loss, his expression somber.
I immediately regretted my words. What a stupid question.
His steely blue eyes examined my face closely. âWhy do you fear me?â
I dropped my gaze, looking for something else, anything else, to focus on, but I could feel his smoldering eyes on me. âI have no idea whatâs going on in your mind. If I could, I would take a look inside just to see what youâre thinking.â
I returned my gaze to his face, meeting his briefly before he swung his head away.
I studied his profile, wondering what he was thinking. âCan I ask one more thing?â
His eyes remained on the road and I watched his frown deepened. âI canât stop you, but that doesnât mean Iâll answer you.â
âWhere are you taking me?â I asked.
âIâm taking you home,â he replied. âWhere might that be?â
I gave him my address and after that, silence fell once more. He didnât tell me his name and I figured that he wasnât the talkative type, not that I minded. Small talk wasnât my area of expertise either. I sat quietly, staring out the window, lost in my thoughts. He mumbled something, but I couldnât make it out. I was preoccupied trying to make sense of him.
âWeâre here,â he said, breaking my concentration.
I sat up slowly, wiping my tired eyes. My vision was still fuzzy.
He parked his car in my driveway. âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm fine,â I insisted, stepping out of his car. My legs were weak and I stumbled toward my front porch.
He followed after me. âYou wonât make it up the stairs. Do you want me to carry you inside?â
âNo. Iâll sleep in the kitchen.â
He exhaled sharply. Without a word, he moved to me and lifted me up into his arms, slipping an arm under my knees and maneuvering his other arm around my back. I looked up at him to protest but stopped at the soft expression on his face. His blue eyes were calm now.
I inhaled deeply. The scent of cardamom hugged my skin, and I bit my bottom lip to restrain the urge to reach out and lay my hand against his exquisitely smooth face. He was quick and seemed to glide above the floor. The front door was unlocked, and he entered the house with me in his arms.
He rested his gaze on me as he carried me upstairs. âWhich way?â
âThe room on the left.â
Pushing the door open with his foot, we entered my dark room and he gently dropped me to my feet. By the time I flicked on the light switch and turned to face him, he was already gone, leaving only behind traces of his cologne.
He made no sound, no noise at all.