“I look for you, you know. I look for you every time the court gathers. I look for you at every ball, every gala, every dinner.” Another step. “I look for that glimmer of silver hair. I listen for that voice that—” “Stop, Callan,” Scarlett whispered, her eyes going to the floor. But he didn’t. Another step. “Every night I come to my rooms. Alone. Just in case you will slip from the shadows.” Another step.
