He took slow steps towards Scarlett, and when he was close enough to reach out and touch her, her shadows lunged for him, tight cords wrapping around his arms, winding up to his throat. “Hey, Love,” he said softly. Those silver eyes that had been sweeping over the room, the people, everything, settled back onto him, and what radiated from them squeezed something in his chest so tightly he nearly vomited right there. Hatred. Pure and undiluted hatred. “Ask it, Scarlett. I can handle it. I can take what you need to say to me.” “You do not answer to the Fire Prince because…” “Because I am the
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