“Easy there, Sage. I’m no gun-toting crazy guy. Crazy, yes. But not the rest.” I stared in disbelief, not that I could really make out much of the tall, dark figure standing over me. “Adrian?” The height was right, as was the build. As I stared, I became more and more certain. His hands steadied my shaking. I was so glad to see a friendly face—to see him—that I nearly sank into his arms in relief. “It is you. How’d you find me?” “You’re the only human out here with a yellow and purple aura,” he said. “Makes you easy to spot.”
