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I stepped out the door and noticed Caius’ dark shape standing under the archway across the courtyard. He leaned one shoulder against the wall and his arms were folded together with his sharp eyes staring into the bleak, wet darkness.
I eased toward him, and then realized what a stupid idea that was. The rain pelted my head and soaked into my clothes. I ducked down and scampered over to the arch where I grasped the opposite side.
Caius turned his face to me and frowned. “You should have stayed inside.”
“So should you,” I countered as I shook my head. Droplets of water flew everywhere, including onto his face. I sheepishly grinned at him. “Sorry. . .”
He wiped off the water and returned to staring ahead into the deserted street. Not a creature stirred save for the occasional b
