“I thought... I thought I heard you calling my name,' The crease between his brows deepened. 'Screaming for help.' Letting go of his sword, he ran a hand through his nearly white-blond hair. 'It must've been the wind.'

'Or your guilty conscience.'

'Probably the wind.'

I started toward him.

There it was, a flash of a grin. 'Sorry to interrupt.'

'Interrupt what? I'm stuck in this room. What could-?' I shrieked as the door closed and locked. 'Now I am yelling!'

'It's the wind,' he yelled back through the door.”