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Hannibal felt his skin chill again and wondered what it meant. He had never met anyone else whose temperature changed so drastically and frequently. Typically, people would remain the same temperature unless their soulmate was outside in extreme weather, or they were.
His temperature had been undulating in waves since he could remember, causing him to be incredibly cold one moment before he would feel his body rush back to warmth as if he were stepping from a freezer into a warm kitchen.
He had never heard of anything like it.
The man across from him shivered slightly and pulled his coat tighter around his torso. Franklyn was one of the cold ones. He stayed within a few degrees, of course, as was usual, but he was the cold half.
The hour was up and Hannibal ushered Franklyn out.
There was a man waiting there and Hannibal took his hand.
Jack Crawford was most definitely the warm half of his pair, the contrast in temperature nearly causing Hannibal to tear his hand away from the handshake. He hoped the man’s wife was fond of her cool skin, as it was not something most people preferred.
“Alana bloom recommended you to me,” Jack said, putting Hannibal’s mind at ease.
It would not do well for him to have to kill Jack in his office just now.
“I need your help building a profile.”