One of his hands hooked under her chin. “Look at me, Scarlett,” he repeated, his tone softer, coaxing. “Please.” She let him lift her chin, and his hazel eyes locked onto hers, searching for anything to cling to. “And now that I am before you, Prince? What do you wish to say to me?” she whispered. “Now? Now I am afraid to say anything to you. Now I am afraid that one wrong word and you will become the Wraith of Shadows that I lost once more,” he answered, his other hand slipping into her hair.
