“She called me Sorin because that is my name,” he finally said as he patted her arm dry with the now torn hem of his tunic. “What?” Gods, is that the only word she knew right now? It was the only one she could think of to say every time he opened his mouth. “My name is Sorin, not Ryker,” he answered, his focus on her wound. “I told you earlier today that I am not from these kingdoms. I am from the Fae Courts.” “The Fire Court,” Scarlett said. He stiffened almost imperceptibly. “Yes. I reside in the Fire Court.”
