Lara froze.
Her name, spoken not with hostility, but familiarity, hung in the air like the scent of the grass after the rain. She looked up slowly, studying the stranger's face.
He looked familiar, but she could not remember him. His eyes were gentle but piercing. Something was unsettling in how he looked at her, as if he was seeing someone he thought lost.
"You… know me?" she asked, voice cautious but calm.
Alaric, who was helping Layka, was displeased. Who was the man? How did he knew Lara?
The man acknowledged with a slight nod. "Two years ago, at Mount Hainai, you treated my broken leg and left me with supplies." He shifted slightly, wincing as the stitches pulled at his skin. "You have given me those crutches, and they saved my life a few times."
For a moment, he seemed lost in thought. Perhaps he remembered something from the past.
Alaric stepped forward and stood beside Lara. He did not like the way the hunter looked at her.
"Logan?" Lara asked uncertainly.
