“You’re not dangerous, are you?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
His lips twitched into a faint, weary smile. “I promise I mean you no harm, ma’am. I’m just cold and hungry.”
I hesitated a moment longer before sighing, my breath forming a cloud in the icy air. “Alright. You can sleep on my couch for one night. And take a shower. But no funny business.”
His head bobbed in a solemn nod.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice cracking with something too raw to name.
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