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Ignore her and drive away—which would undoubtedly lead to a significant amount of guilt and worry over her safety—or get out and see if she needed help.

I settled on the second one.

Even if she didn’t want help, I couldn’t leave her there without checking.

Shooting the skies a quick grimace, I stepped back out of my car. My candy bar was still in my hand, the closest thing I had to a weapon. It would be pretty near useless, unless she enjoyed chocolate as much as I did.

And who didn’t enjoy chocolate?

“Hey!” I called out as I approached her.

She flashed me a smile, and I couldn’t help but notice that she was beautiful, with long, curly white hair, dark skin, and big blue eyes. A shimmering purple gown emphasized her curves, making me wonder what the hell she was doing sitting in a parking lot.

I saw her mangled ankle poking out of the bottom of her dress and gasped, kneeling at her side. “You’re bleeding! What happened?”

“My ankle is broken,” she said simply.

She seemed curiously unaffected by the injury.

Was she in shock or something?

“It looks worse than broken,” I said, lifting my gaze back to hers.

Her eyes were on my chocolate, of course.

“Here.” I handed her the candy bar, and she accepted it without hesitation, taking a large bite. “I should call an ambulance.”

“Oh, no. I’ll be alright. What’s your name?”

Her lack of worry was odd, to say the least.

“Ezra.” I tucked a long, slick strand of hair behind my ear and studied her ankle. My grandparents had plenty of injuries and illnesses when I was growing up, most of which had been caused by nothing more than aging while raising a little girl.

“Unique.”

“I know. My parents thought they were having a boy, and didn’t care enough to change it after I was born. My grandpa thought it was a strong name, so he convinced my grandma not to change it.”

“Hmm.”

“You have to go to the hospital.” I finally lifted my eyes back to the woman’s. Their color was such a bright blue it almostglowed.

My head jerked backward before I could soften my reaction.

What the hell?

Glowing eyesdefinitelyweren’t normal, or caused by shock.

She grinned at me. “My magic is showing through already, isn’t it?”

“Yourmagic?”

She was insane.

The purple dress and sitting in a parking lot should’ve told me that much.

I should’ve stayed in my car, and—

Her hand landed on my cheek. Before I could pull myself away, a sphere of soft, white light swelled around us. She gripped my arms, and when I tried to jerk out of her grasp, proved far stronger than she looked.

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