you almost died of frostthermia when a wanted serial killer kidnapped you and then abandoned you in the woods during a snowstorm without clothes.

surviving that was nothing short of a miracle; there was no other word for it.

after that incident, Harry insisted you be taken off the case under the pretext that you weren't doing enough, but that was a lie.

you were doing too much, and it could have ended very badly for you.

"haven't you had enough after one time?" his voice sounded deliberately harsh as he walked toward his house along the snow-covered road.

"It only happened once. we are already close to solving it." your weak excuse made him quicken his pace.

"If I hadn't found you there then, with blue lips and trembling limbs, you'd be dead already."

you speed up in an attempt to keep up with him. "how many more times do I need to say thank you for that?"

he snorts. "I don't need your thanks, I'm just not sure I can find you a second time if something happens."

Harry yanks the door open, but you are faster, wedging your foot between the door frame and the door.

his gaze meets yours as he stops. "I warned you."