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wouldn’t
tell anyone?
    The wind whipped around both of them,
swirling around the small clearing. The storm was approaching
quickly.
    The young woman raised her face to him, her
green eyes overflowing pools of pain. Reflecting the green of the
thrashing branches overhead, they somehow pulled Morgan deep into
them. They pleaded with him to do something, to help her. He could
not bear to see her hurting in this way—but the fire that raced
through his veins was not just one of compassion. He was drawn to
her as he had never been drawn to anyone before. She sparked
feelings in him—feelings he didn’t quite understand, but without a
doubt, he knew he had to help her. He had to heal her—no matter
what the consequences.
    He ran a hand down her soft cheek once more,
this time reveling in the flames that surged through him as he did
so. “It will be all right,” he said softly.
    Then, placing his hands once again around her
leg, he focused his eyes on the broken bone and concentrated.
Slowly, his magic began to build again. It moved from all parts of
his body, like a tingling sensation, to converge in his hands. His
palms grew hot with magical heat binding the bone back
together.
    The girl gasped as her leg heated and healed.
He saw her eyes come back into focus as she relaxed now that the
pain was gone. He watched, fascinated, as she wiped away the tears
from her face, leaving muddy streaks down her soft, white
cheeks.
    With his eyes still fixed on her face, Morgan
ran his hands a little further up her leg and then along the other.
His hands still tingled as he felt her slender, shapely limbs.
Never before had his hands felt like this after mending bones –
usually the magic went away immediately, but he had never mended a
stranger’s bones before—perhaps there was something different in
that.
    Or perhaps it was her.
    With a gasp, she quickly freed herself from
his touch, curling her legs underneath her and moving her skirt
down to cover herself again.
    “I am checking for other breaks,” Morgan
said, sitting back. It was the truth, but it had also been
extremely pleasant feeling her legs. He could not deny that.
    “There are none, thank you,” she said gently,
but firmly. Then she paused as if about to say more. “How, how did
you...?”
    The wind whipped her hair into her face, and
she had to stop speaking to remove it from her mouth.
    Morgan looked up at the sky and silently
thanked the wind for coming to his aid. He could not risk her
learning any more about him—already he had done too much. There was
no doubt that there would be repercussions from his actions.
    “There is no time for that,” he said,
standing up and moving away from her. “You must return,
quickly—before the rain comes,” he said, fervently wishing that he
could ask her to stay. But there were too many reasons why she
couldn’t.
    He moved to her horse and stroked the
animal’s nose, looking into its eyes to calm its fright. Then, with
practiced ease, he felt down each of its legs, checking for
injuries.
    When he turned around, he saw that the young
woman had managed to stand up, if a bit unsteadily. He noted the
confusion clearly mirrored in her face as she realized that her leg
would take her weight.
    “Who are you? Why do I feel as if I know you?
Have we met?” she asked, approaching him slowly and trying to
secure her long hair back at the same time.
    Morgan nearly dropped the reins in his hand.
She felt it too?
    “Have you ever been to these parts before?”
he asked.
    “No, never.”
    “Then we could not have met. But,” he paused
and took a few steps closer to her, “I feel it too—as if I know
you, but I don’t. I couldn’t.”
    She reached out and put a hand on his arm.
Looking up into his eyes, she held his gaze for a moment and then
said softly, “Please, tell me who you are.”
    “My name is Morgan, but...” another flash of
lightning arced overhead, catching his attention.
    That was odd. He had told her his