Emma's POV:
My rescuer.
He's wearing common clothes—rough wool, simple boots. Trying to blend in. But there's no hiding the way he carries himself. The controlled power in every movement.
"You—" The word comes out as a gasp. "How—what are you doing here?"
His ears flush pink. Actual embarrassment crosses his features.
"I was—" He clears his throat. Looks away. "Passing through. I thought I'd check. Make sure you were... settling in okay."
The awkwardness is almost endearing. This powerful man who saved me from falling to my death, who teleported me across miles—flustered at being caught.
"You've been following me for three days just to 'check'?" I can't help the small smile. "You could have just said hello."
"I didn't want to intrude." His gaze meets mine. Serious. Concerned. "You'
