“Shh,” Sorin murmured, pulling her into his arms. “I hear what you are saying, Scarlett. I hear you.” “Please, Sorin,” she said through her tears. She didn’t care that she was begging. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She just wanted to feel someone touch her who understood her, all of her. “This will not fix things, Scarlett.” Sorin’s voice was low, strained.
