Although I was curious as to why he would have something like that just lying around, I wasn't about to ask him. I hadn't known him long, but I'd already figured out that he wasn't exactly the kind of man you asked questions like that. If he wanted me to know, he'd tell me. I wanted to run, but I had nowhere to go. Instead, I stood facing the fireplace, hands stretched towards the small amount of warmth from the dying fire, trying to control the sudden shivering that I was fairly certain wasn't from the cold.