“I’m all right. I’m not in shock or anything. There’s no reason to worry about me.”
Felicia hoped she sounded as reassuring and self-assured as she wanted to.
The man’s frown deepened. Crouched down so close beside her, he leaned forward, and peered into her face as though he wanted to look through her eyes into her soul.
She shivered involuntarily. The man laid his other hand on her shoulder, softly yet firmly.
“Are you in pain?”
She felt like laughing because what she felt was so unlike pain, but she choked the laughter back down and worked hard to sound innocent and calm and confident.
“No, I’m not. Please stop worrying and let me go.”
He dropped his hands abruptly, but didn’t seem to believe a single word she was saying.
“It must be the shock. The pain will register soon enough, I’m afraid. Even if you feel perfectly fine, I’d prefer it if you could sit there until the paramedics have a look at you. They’ll be on their way together with the fire brigade. It won’t take long. Try to stay calm. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Hearing him mention the fire brigade and medics sent her inner alarm bells ringing. She had to get out of here! If she understood the situation right, he had saved her from the burning house and wanted to know she was taken care of.
She had to run.
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