James rose, lifted his arms, parted his hands, and the crow flapped its big wings and took flight.
Lucy stood there for a long moment, watching until the gleaming black corvid was out of sight. “That bird wasn’t injured,” she said quietly. “That bird was dead.”
He shrugged, saying nothing.
“Are you telling me you can raise the dead?”
“Sometimes.”
He had avoided her eyes until then. But he looked into them now. “But besides that—I’m really just an ordinary man, Lucy.”
“There’s nothing ordinary about you.”
He shrugged, lowered his gaze. “I just … I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”
“Afraid of you?” She continued to stare at him, her mind lost in wonder. “You’re some kind of an angel, or … or a superhero. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good.” He met her eyes again, and for the first time she saw his smile. “Good.” Then he took her arm, and they started back toward the car.
“How did you find me?”
“All too easily, I’m afraid,” he said, opening her door for her.
She got in, and he rounded the front of the car and got in, as well.
“What do you mean?” she asked when he was seated.
“I need to know how you escaped,” he told her.
She shook her head. “As I said before, I didn’t. I was there—”
“Where?”
She frowned, thinking back. “I don’t know. I was unconscious for most of the ambulance ride—they drugged me. I woke in a hospital-like room, but it wasn’t a hospital. Or at least, not an ordinary one. I was interrogated as if I were a terrorist or something.”
“About what?” he asked. “The shooting?”
“A little. But mostly about you, and then they started asking me about my blood type, which is rare. And I have no idea how they knew that.” She shook her head, more confused than ever. “Much less why they would even care. Eventually they fed me, and then I was out again. I suspect they drugged the food.”
“Probably.”
“I woke up on the beach.” She met his eyes. “And you were there.”
He had been about to put the car into gear and pull away, but he stopped in midmotion and looked at her. “They just let you go? Just dumped you on that beach for me to find?”
“I don’t know that they could have expected you to be the one to find me there, but yes.”
“Oh, they expected it.” He drew a deep breath. “Do you trust me, Lucy?”
She tilted her head to one side, searching his eyes. “I think so, yes.”
“Good, because I have to ask you to do something for me.”
She nodded. “I guess I owe you a favor, given that you’ve saved my life—maybe twice now. What is it?”
“Take off your clothes.”
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