His head tilts again. “I won't let anyone hurt you.”
A nervous laugh escapes me. “You realize you're currently the scariest person in this alley, right?”
Nothing.
“Great conversation.”
He gestures toward the opening behind him. “You want me to go?”
I stare at him.
And then I open my mouth and can’t believe the words that come out. “Are you coming with me?”
He stares.
Apparently, that's my answer.
“It’s okay.” I take a cautious step forward. “Don’t worry about me.”
Then another.
“Presley.”
I freeze.
He knows my name.
“I’m walking with you.”
I want to ask him so many questions. But I know he won’t answer.
Instead, I start walking.
He falls in step beside me.
Every nerve in my body remains alert. But strangely, I don't feel the urge to run from him.
Maybe because I watched Caleb flee.
Maybe because this man could've hurt me already if that's what he wanted.
Maybe because I'm an idiot.
Probably the last one.
“What’s your name?”
Silence.
I keep glancing at him. He never looks away for long.
“You're really not going to tell me your name?”
Nothing.
“Do you have a name?”
His head turns slightly toward me.