“Talk. Okay, sure,” I say, taking out my earbuds and placing them on my coffee table along with my bag. “You can talk about how the hell we are now in my apartment and how the f**k you know where I live?” I almost screech at him.
“I believe you humans describe it as teleporting,” he says nonchalantly, but with a defensive crease in his eyes.
“You humans? Oh, right, because you’re a God,” I mock.
“I don’t appreciate the derision in your voice and I’m not the type of person to tolerate being mocked. You almost got yourself killed and had I not been watching you–”
“I knew it! I knew you were watching me!” I exclaim, relieved to know that feeling I had all night wasn’t in my head.
“And it’s a good thing I was, or your fragile form would have been a corpse on the sidewalk!” he booms with s
