Sarah's POV.
"Are you telling me the truth right now?" I asked, my gaze locked on him, my heart racing in my chest.
He had just claimed to know why I healed so quickly and why I survived the s***h across my chest.
My lips pressed together, and I averted my eyes, staring at the floor as I tried to make sense of it all.
"Maybe he was onto something. It was all so strange to me. The ability to heal rapidly, to read thoughts, and my father's inability to answer my questions... Could it be that the moon goddess had sent someone else who could provide the answers I wanted so badly?"
I pondered, biting the inside of my cheek in deep thought.
"Sarah?" He called my name, and I turned to face him. His expression seemed genuine, and the way he spoke piqued my curiosity.
"Why did that happen
