He quickly unfolded the brown cloak and placed it around Scarlett’s shoulders, then gently turned her to face him so he could do up the buttons. When he was done, he hooked a finger under chin, lifting her face to his. “Can you say one word to me, Scarlett? Just one,” he asked softly. “Please.” Her eyes finally met his and held for a moment before she whispered hoarsely, “It hurts.” She turned back, placing her foot in the stirrup and hoisted herself into the saddle, reaching back to pull her hood up over her silver hair.
