Esme's POV
Ritch and Uncle stood in front of me with questions written on their faces, directed at the young man behind me. I wished I could answer their questions, but both the young man and I didn't know either.
My most recent question was how he went from a bashful late teenager to a mid-twenties warrior while I defended him outside!
"So Esmeralda, who is this?"
I flinched on hearing my full name. I glanced at the young man, but he was suddenly bashful again, searching for something on the ground.
A sigh left me. "He was bleeding, so I brought him home. That's why everywhere seems a mess."
Ritch looked around the house and back at the man. He didn't seem wary of him, and I wondered why.
Sanya had warned me immediately that he was a rogue. Could Ritch not sense it, or he didn't think it was a problem? Probably the latter.
"Is that really all? You look fired up," Uncle added.
