“T do not know of his whereabouts or his number these days, or I would have already alerted him of your presence.” He threw my bag onto the porch. “Are you sure I can’t stay here?” “I like my head where it is now, attached to my neck.” I blinked. “Is that a no?” He pushed me out into the cold. “Wait,” I breathed, spinning around. “Can you at least call me a cab?” He scowled. “I might as well phone D’yavol to pick you up.” I stared at him, thinking I should probably refrain from drinking the water here. He shook his head. “Go home, Mila.” Once again, the door slammed shut in my face. OceanofPDF.com