Chapter 12: Boy From the Ruins Part 1

"You," I say, inaudibly at first. "It's you."

His eyes pierce mine, lightning flashing. He backs up, nearly disappearing but I grab his wrist before he can get away.

"Wait!"

He snatches his wrist back, staring down in astonishment. How did I find him? Or was he really foolish enough to bump into me? We stand looking at each other, dumbfounded. At six foot, he's taller than I expected - taller than me - with a lean shape to match his height but heavily muscular in proportion. In the wild he was just a face, a combination of confusion and surprise but here, he towers, his short, shaggy brown hair the same color as his high arching brows and deep, penetrating gaze.

"I saw you out there..."