Sorin’s voice went soft and impossibly gentle for the dark prince that Callan knew him to be. “It’s real, Love. Not a dream. He is here. I know you need him right now.” Tears appeared on Scarlett’s cheeks as she practically fell off the table, Sorin catching her in his arms and setting her on her feet. Amaré flew to the back of a chair. “Thank you,” she whispered, and then she was running to Cassius’s waiting arms.
