The confusion must be evident on my face because Miles begins to laugh again.  His laugh is deep and unsettling.  I look down at my lap and feel heat rise to my face.  I feel a hand squeeze my shoulder, and I slowly lift my head.  I find myself staring straight into Miles's eyes.

"I know you must have a lot of questions.  You have every right to be suspicious of my actions.  But I know more about you than you might think," Miles says gently, dropping his hand onto the ground.

"Hmph. Sure you do," I respond, an edge of sarcasm in my voice.  I stand up and begin to walk away.  

"Nadia Allison Mayfield," my name stops me dead in my tracks.

I turn around slowly to see Miles walking over to me.

"You lived with your parents until the age of five when they died in a car crash.  You were then taken into the foster care system and have rotated in and out of different homes since then.  You even tried to run away when you were ten."  Miles smirks coming to a stop in front of me.

"How did you-" 

Miles cuts me off.  "I have my ways.  What's really important is that I know how to help you."

"What do you mean?" I ask shakily.

I step back a bit.  I feel my back hit something or rather someone.  I turn to find myself facing another man. 

The man's features are stronger than Miles's.  His skin is pale, and his face is well defined.  His eyes are an ice blue, and his lips are a pale shade of rose.  His build is tall and slender with definition.  But his most prominent feature is the scar from the right side of his forehead to the left side of his chin that crosses over his nose.

My heart begins to beat out of my chest.  The man looks down at me, his eyes staring directly into mine.  I try to make myself look away, but no matter how hard I try I can't bring myself to do it.