He stared at her, and she could see the question in his eyes. “I have so many treats to give you should you speak the question on your tongue,” she said, her voice low and full of promise. Sorin swallowed. “What are you to me?” His own voice was hoarse, hardly more than a whisper. “You came for me, and I have come for you.” Sorin’s eyes widened as she held up her left hand. Then she spoke words she had said before, but not in the Old Language. They were words her soul had known before she had. “I am yours, and you are mine. I choose you, above all others. Always.”
