Purity pondered Amorous’s actions while he went into the men’s room to grab her damp paper towels for her hands before he went over to the ticket booth to see if they had a first aid kit.
Sucking in her breath as she slowly dabbed away the blood from her palms, she looked up to see Amorous had disappeared. Trying to stand up to look for him, she faltered because of the pain in her knee. Purity was suddenly kept from falling by a firm but gentle grip on her arm.
“Whoa, careful, you took quite the fall earlier, my love,” a smooth baritone voice said.
Startled, knowing it wasn’t Amorous’s voice, Purity looked up and stared into deep, familiar blue eyes.
“Hello again,” Bastian whispered, giving her a tender smile.
Stuttering a response, “Uh, oh, hello,” Purity couldn’t believe it was the same man from her dream, “It’s really you? What are you doing here?”