“I'm sorry, I was lost in thought, and also quite lost, literally,” I explained.
“No way, it's my fault, I should have been more careful,” his tone was polite, gentle as can be, ever so alluring.
“I'm just glad there's another American here,” I smiled shyly, feeling the slight tint of color in my cheeks.
He chuckled lightly, sure it could be heard from miles away with his baritone, “Miles,” his name, I guessed. He stretched out his hand, not breaking eye contact for a second as if trying to bewitch me.
“Zipporah,” I took the hand, and he gave mine a firm but gentle squeeze before letting go, “I don't suppose you know where Kilian's room is?”
“I was just headed there actually,” he added, “follow me, it's not far from here.”
I nodded, following directly behind him. He was walking rathe
