She'd asked to be left alone. But hearing that numbness in Dinah's voice, the fragility behind the words, leaving her alone was the last thing he was going to do.
She hadn't been at home, nor answering her phone. Not that it mattered much. It was easy enough to pluck a few long blond hairs from the blankets on his couch and get a tracking spell on her. He waited until the frenzied movement slowed, finally stopping altogether, before he set out to find the woman he loved.
He didn't take Mouse along. The Foo dog had an inherent understanding of moods, and he was too annoyed to cater to Mouse's sympathy.
Harry walked up the hill to stand behind Dinah, the soft leather duster making no sound that might give him away. He stopped far enough away that she wouldn't be able to reach him if his voice startled her enough for aggressive action.
Then considered how fast she could move and shook out his shield bracelet. Just in case.
"Are you going to tell me what happened, or sit up here and pout?"
There was a definite snap to his voice. Anger. He couldn't coddle her, not now. Not when he knew she was wrong.