“Your hands are too cold,” he said casually, not even glancing back at her.

She stared at his back in disbelief, her frustration growing. He was impossible. What did he even mean by that?

“This doesn’t suit you,” she muttered. “Don’t talk like that.”

He descended the stairs, his gr!p on her wrist unrelenting. “Like what?”

“Like you care.”

At the second floor, he stopped briefly, his hand still holding hers.