A hand grabbed my arm. Before I had any real idea what was going on I found myself being tugged outside, by someone I soon realised was a very insistent Blake. Not fighting wasn’t so much a choice, but more something I did purely out of confusion, because being in a place like the convention I was at was more than a little unusual for him. Once we were out he didn’t stop tugging. That, however, was when I stopped letting him tug, instead stopping where I was and staring at him. He turned to look at me then. When his eyes met with mine I could see the mix…