5
“Don’t stop,” Artan said.
I gaped at him. “What the hell? What are you doing here?”
He cleared his throat. “I heard you were out and wanted to make sure you were okay.” He jerked his chin toward me. “I guess you are.”
I crouched down and grabbed my phone and jacket. “Besides being a liar, you’re now acting creepy?”
His brows slammed down. “Excuse me?”
“Watching me dancing. That’s creepy.”
“I sent you my energy. I let you know I was here.”
So that had been him. I hugged my jacket tight. “But how long were you watching me before you did?”
He glanced to his feet before meeting my gaze again and answering, “A couple of minutes.”
“Creepy,” I said through gritted teeth. By Saint Sara-la-Kali, why didn’t he look like a creep? His tall frame in dark pants and tunic and a suede jacket,
