Slowly, Scarlett brought her hand to the shield and placed her palm against his. The flames flickered a few times, then disappeared entirely. They stood there, palm to palm, eyes locked on each other. He certainly felt real, but so had so much else in her dreams. When Sorin reached to bring a hand to her cheek, she stepped back, out of reach. “This is real?” “This is real, Scarlett. It is not a dream,” Sorin answered gently.
