Sylvie’s POV:
Now that he was standing directly in front of me, with no one else around and no imminent threat of danger, I suddenly felt strange. A mix of relief and awkwardness washed over me.
My neck felt like it was heating up, a flush creeping from my collarbone to my hairline, and my words got stuck in my throat, tangled and inarticulate. All I could manage was a clumsy nod.
“You’re really Scarlett?” He asked again, his voice deeper than I remembered. I hadn’t noticed this earlier, amidst the adrenaline and the mental strain, but his voice had gotten incredibly deep, hadn’t it? Almost like Ashborne’s.
Hell. No. Why was I thinking about Ashborne at this moment? The thought was jarring. I shook my head, a quick, involuntary movement, but then realized I might have confused him,
