His eyes snapped open, and the flecks of crimson brightened as they swirled through his irises. “I can help you, so’lis.” I flinched, my stomach turning at the endearment, even though he spoke it softly, gently. So lovingly. I knew that word. I had been comforted by it at one time. “I know you. I’ve always known you, my pretty flower.” He smiled again, holding my stare. “All you have to do is let me in.”
