Heinz grabbed Florian's arm without a word, pulling him along with an ease that was almost careless. It wasn't rough, but it was firm—purposeful.
"Hey, what—?" Florian started, but the question died in his throat as Heinz barely spared him a glance before leading him away.
'What the fuck is he doing?'
Heinz had been acting strangely for a while now, and it was starting to set Florian on edge. There had always been an air of mystery about the man, a certain unreadable nature that made it difficult to predict his thoughts, but this? This was something else entirely.
The teasing, the way he was putting him on edge—it wasn't like him. And then there was the way he had said, "Don't go anywhere without me." earlier.
Florian frowned. 'What does he know that I don't?'
Before he could say anything else, he realized where they were heading. The broken-down, dirty excuse for a house they were staying in loomed ahead, a sight that made Florian inwardly groan.
