“A heartbeat later, Hawke stuck his head out and looked up at me. The soft glow of the lamp glanced off his cheekbone as he raised a brow.

'Hi?' I squeaked.

He stared at me for a moment. 'Get inside.'

I didn't move.

With a sigh so heavy it should've rattled the walls, he extended his hand toward me. 'Now.'

'You could say please,' I muttered.

His eyes narrowed. 'There are a whole lot of things I could say to you that you should be grateful I'm keeping to myself.'

'Whatever,' I grumbled. 'Move back.'

He waited, but when I didn't take his hand, he disappeared back into the room, grousing under his breath. 'If you fall, you're going to be in so much trouble.'

'If I fall, I'll be dead, so I'm not quite sure how I'd also be in trouble.'

'Poppy,' he snapped, and I couldn't help it. I grinned.”