Lena was frozen in place. Mrs. Adler turned to stare at him, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. The crowd immediately fell silent. Theon’s grip tightened around her wrist. His sharp gaze swept across the onlookers.

“Nothing to see here,” he said coldly. “Move along.”

No one moved. His expression darkened. “I said move.” The authority in his voice finally snapped the crowd out of their shock. They began dispersing, muttering among themselves.

“Isn’t he a doctor?”

“He looks too young.”

“He’s wearing a white coat. He must be.”

Mrs. Adler finally recovered from her stunned state. She tried to yank her arm free.

“What do you think you’re doing?”...