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I half questioned, half accused. I felt as if I had been violated, but I couldn’t really figure out why, and the uncertainty brought fresh tears to my eyes.
    He studied me for a moment, and I got the distinct impression that he regretted what he’d done. Not deigning to give me an answer, he sighed, wiping the blood off his lip, and carefully stood up, testing each leg as if unsure it would hold him. The people around us gasped in amazement, snapping dozens more pictures of this miracle man.
    That he was healed enough to walk was not nearly as surprising as how he handled the crowd. He was model-tall, and since I was still kneeling, I had to crane my neck to see him. The sun was right over his head, which, from my perspective, gave him a halo effect so bright I could barely look at him.
    Seeming to enjoy the attention he’d brought to himself, he nodded to the people, smiling as he turned in a slow circle to look at all of them.
    When he was satisfied, he stuck out his hand imperiously. “Come, Young Lily,” he said in a rich voice. “There is much to do.”
    I was about to tell him where he could go stick his arrogant attitude along with his sexy accent, when he gave me the piercing gaze again. My vision blurred as everything around me took on a dreamlike quality, the urge to fight leaving me just as quickly as it had come. Feeling very unlike myself, I gathered up my phone like I didn’t have a care in the world, shoved it into my bag, and allowed him to help me up.
    Standing so abruptly made me woozy, and he put his hand on my back to steady me. I was uncomfortable with his forwardness and attempted to stagger away from him to wrestle my own way through the crowd, but he wouldn’t have it. “You will stay by my side, Young Lily.”
    He took my hand and placed it on his arm, as if he were escorting me to a ball, before moving forward. The people parted like the Red Sea, and he strode through the crowd as boldly and as regally as a prophet. In the now filthy and torn pleated kilt-thing he very much looked the part.
    As we walked, I tried to focus. I knew there was something very fishy going on and that my behavior was out of character, but I couldn’t seem to break away from the guy or the haze that I was swimming in. Still, I vowed that, miraculous recovery or not, he would have to think twice if he presumed I was going to morph into a faithful follower, despite my actions to the contrary.
    When we reached the sidewalk, we passed my openmouthed trio of classmates, their noses pressed up against the restaurant’s glass wall.
    “I am sorry to involve you in this, Young Lily, but it is necessary,” he said, after we were a few blocks from the incident.
    “What exactly am I involved in?” I hissed, still uncomfortable around him and itchy to escape yet compelled to stay by his side.
    He covered my hand with his now-healed one and sighed. “There is too much to explain, and this is not the right place.”
    “Then what place would suit you in giving me an explanation?”
    He pursed his lips and scanned our surroundings, taking in the skyscrapers with an amazed expression. “I do not know,” he said, shaking his head.
    “What kind of an answer is that? And how did you heal? What did you do back there?”
    With a grunt of frustration, he pulled me into the shadow of a building with enough roughness that I fell against him. My heart beat in a prickly half-fearful, half-excited way that was very unusual for me. My free hand was splayed over his chest and my skin tingled where it touched his. My body seemed to leach warmth from his. The guy was hot. Literally. Perhaps he was feverish.
    The fact that I was now feeling feverish too irritated me. I didn’t go for dangerous guys, especially bald guys wearing skirts who I couldn’t figure out. He was different from any guy I had ever met.
    As he squeezed my shoulders to help me regain my footing, he murmured, “You ask too many questions, Lily. Your thoughts are too