“So you think people who would hurt you would heal you of your wounds?” I questioned.
He looked at himself that moment and oddly remembered that all his injuries were gone and scar free.
“I didn’t check anything. All I wanted to do was get to safety.” He replied. His words seemed honest but I wouldn’t know for sure.
My eyes squinted as I looked at him intently. There was something off about him—something familiar.
“What’s your name?” I tried again, this time more friendlier.
The man hesitated at first, then he gulped and exhaled. “Nathan.” He answered.
“Alright, Nathan.” Luca took over. “Why were you sneaking off in the middle of the night? If you wanted to know where you were, you would have waited until morning to talk to someone.” He questioned.
Nathan hesitated again, his eyes l
