"Don't say that, you're being creepy." I shivered, rubbing my arms.
"Me? What about him? Sorry, but it was really weird, Layna. If Pats were here, she'd agree with me," Ben said, his expression unusually grave, making me feel like I should pay more attention to this than I already intended. "It's good you told him to stop. I wouldn't answer any personal questions if I were you. If it's with people you get along with and are friends with, alright. But we barely know him. Just be careful."
"Alright, I get it. Thanks for the advice."
Although Ben was right—the world is a dangerous place, after all—I wasn't overly worried. I suspected I knew his reasons, which made his prying somewhat understandable. Being found out by an extra, just when I thought I'd survived the primary target, Xavier, was not in my plans. Acting like he was wrong was actually more difficult this time.
