"Yes. But do you know who I am, Scarlett Night?" His voice, deep and rich, had a trace of an old accent—Russian maybe? I couldn't tell. It burrowed into me, that voice, and left me shaking. "I know you're dangerous." My body vibrated with his nearness, with the chill in the air, with the otherworldly feel to everything around us. His grey blue eyes were unreadable as he studied me. "And do you fear me, Scarlett?" "No," I said, honestly. I knew I should, that he could hurt me in so many ways, but instead I was drawn to him like a moth to flame. "What happened to the girl?" I asked, looking around for the ghostly figure that had led me here. "I can conjure memories, like the girl, like this tree," he said. "And sometimes, they can do my bidding. I used the girl to lure you here, because I needed to make sure we were alone. " He took a step toward me and my body moved against my will to reach him, to be closer to him.
