"He didn't put a hit on me," I told him. The challenging rise of his brow sent a spike of anger through me. "He's not like you," I attacked. That seemed to throw him off his track, only if for a moment or so. He recovered quickly, giving me a glare and then stepping closer to grab my shoulder.
"We can talk on our way. Where are you staying?" he asked me, a sudden change overcame him. The glare, which was still in place, was accompanied with the tone of firm concern.
"I would be an idiot to reveal my shelter to you."
"Your location has been compromised already, from what I understand. No point hiding," he said smugly. All I heard was, 'Yes, you are an idiot, then.'
I ground my teeth together but said nothing.
I checked my phone silently, and let him guide me. I might have mumbled the name of the hotel I was currently hiding in. He had shaken his head and chuckled.
"You're in plain sight!" I didn't understand why he would find that amusing.
