The panther slunk forward and brushed against Scarlett’s side. Scarlett tentatively reached a hand out and ran it along her back, feeling those powerful muscles under her fingers. “It will be time to wake soon,” the man said quietly. “It will soon be time to face the shadows.” “I’m not ready,” Scarlett whispered. “One never is.” His cool, low voice sent shivers up her spine every time he spoke.
