Standing before us was a man, wearing an endless smirk on his face. His eyes were impenetrable. I couldn't guess what he was thinking or what his intentions were. But, he did claim to be a healer. And that was what we desperately needed. "So … you're a healer?" Hanso asked, staring with suspicion."Yeah, I am," the guy replied. "I'm no professional though. I've only recently gotten this ability. The name's Aiden by the way," he put out a hand.
I shook his hand since Hanso just looked at it and left it hanging.
Trusting strangers wasn't a good thing. So, I didn't trust him. Though he was our only hope, so perhaps I could just let him heal Miguel and then go his way?
He kept his mischievous look. "How can I help you?"
Hanso folded his arms. "No ... the question is ... how can we help you."
Aiden raised a brow and licked his lips. He tilted his head slightly as he gazed at Hanso. "I don't quite get what you mean?" his words seemed genuine.
