"My Lady?" The voice was a low, tectonic rumble. I looked up. Sir Alex was kneeling right beside me, his massive stone face inches from mine. His golden eyes were wide, glowing with a desperation that actually made my breath hitch.
He looked like a man who had just watched his entire world crumble and was terrified to touch the pieces.
"Sir Alex..." I croaked, my voice finally back to its beautiful, sassy self.
He didn't care that the room was exploding or that a Wraith had just been vaporized. He reached out, his giant hand trembling as he tucked a stray, soot-covered hair behind my ear.
"Seraphine," he whispered, the name sounding like a prayer in his throat. "Do not... leave... again. The mountains... cannot... stand... without you."
I blinked. Wow. Okay. That's a lot of Male Lead energy for a Tuesday.
