Chapter 32

  The Stranger

  Haldir’s freckled fingers bent rapidly as he motioned for the next patient. “Come on over, child.”

  The young blonde-haired man was hardly a man at all, and Haldir gave him a quick smile. “What seems to be the problem?”

  He shrugged his shoulders and leaned into Haldir’s ear. The Viking huffed through his nose and nodded, then pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the Dining Hall. “Go ahead. The soup’s quite good today.”

  As the next patient stepped forward, Haldir lifted his chin. “My, that’s quite a bruise.” While he did a quick assessment of the woman before him, the tingly hand of Fate pulled his eyes right to a small group of men standing together in the triage line.

  The foggy sensation that he’d met them before poked at him, and he shook it off before he narrowed his eyes at them and tried to place their faces.