Chapter 61 Is He Back?

I relaxed a little–but not completely.

“Who are you?” I asked him.

He was tall, with a muscular build. He had that same strong, chiseled jawline and dark hair, though his wasn‘t black like Ethan‘s.

They looked so very much the same. There were clear differences between them, but they were slight– the dip of his nose, the space between his eyes, and his eyes. They reminded me of Ethan‘s, but they were gray.

The biggest difference, though, was this man‘s smile.

It came so easily, so naturally, like the sun rising in the morning and setting in the evening. It just happened without effort.

In all of the time I was with Ethan, how often did I see him smile? Hardly ever at all, and when I did, it always seemed forced.

The man‘s expression thus made it impossible to mistake him for Ethan.

Who was this person? And could I trust him?

Just like with the dangers of the forest – a coiled snake behind a fallen log, a beautiful tantalizing mushroom that might be poison – I couldn‘t assume that he wasn‘t deadly just because he looked kind and inviting.

The man didn‘t answer my question for a long moment. Instead, he came over to where I was sitting and made himself comfortable next to me, his hips settling near my feet on the bed. I was still curled up, but if I were to stretch my legs back out, he would be nearer to my waist.

His hand reached up and gently brushed my cheek. I flinched, but I realized that he was simply checking my wound.

“Your face seems to be healing already. That‘s good. I‘m sure it still hurts. I can get you some more medicine, if you‘d like.”

“Who are you?” I asked again, pulling away from his hand.

I hadn‘t forgotten my station in life, and for all I knew, this man was pretty important. If this was his house, it was opulent, and he was wearing nice clothing– a black button–down shirt and black slacks.

Besides. I didn‘t want to be rude, but I also didn‘t appreciate a strange man dragging his hands down my skin, either.

He smiled at me. “You can call me Soren,” he said.

“Soren?” I repeated. It was an interesting name. I couldn‘t tell if it was his first or last, either.

“That‘s right,” he said, “Can I get you anything? You must be hungry. When we brought you in, you were so injured, we just wanted to make sure we got some water and medicine. But now that you‘re awake, I think we should get you something to eat.”

I stared at him for a long moment, not sure how to respond. I wanted to trust him, but I still wasn t sure if I could.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked him.

“Because…” he paused for a moment. “I feel just awful about what happened to you.”

He seemed so sincere, and yet, I had a tough time believing him. Maybe it was because he looked so much like Ethan– and Ethan would never, ever say those words to anyone.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, a beautiful young woman comes here to our islands, for who knows what reason– I imagine, for a fresh start. She‘s probably excited to be here, and then…” he sighed. “Out of nowhere some hooligans step in and rough her up, taking her stuff and injuring her.”

He shook his head, a sad expression on his handsome face. “That‘s just not right.”

“How do you know I came here to start again?” I asked him.

“Oh, that‘s why a lot of people come here,” he replied nonchalantly. “It‘s a beautiful place to make a new beginning.”

He smiled at me, and I felt a warmth inside, like maybe he was right.

Like maybe I could start over.

That didn‘t mean my past was completely behind me, though. I had to remember that.copy right hot novel pub