"In the last week, you've nearly showed up everywhere I've been. It's almost like you're following me." "What if I was?" I almost dropped the stake as my gaze flew to his face. His expression was unreadable and I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "Really?" That's not creepy or anything." His sigh was so heavy I was surprised it didn't shake the buildings. "You shouldn't be out here." "What do you want from me?" I challenged. "I mean, really? Are we going to have this conversation every five minutes?" "What do I want from you?" An emotion flickered across his face, parting his lips. "That's a loaded question."