My mind reels for a moment.
My name? I think to myself. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect the Scarlet Prince to be asking me for my name.
"Serena," I reply, slowly, chewing on my cheek. It isn't like I had to hide anything anyway. My name means nothing to him, and wouldn't give a scrap of my true identity away. After all, there are probably many other Serena's throughout Faey, so I have no fear in telling him. Resentfully, I dismiss any thoughts from my head that suggest otherwise. The Scarlet Prince pulls back a little, as though he'd been stung, before cloaking his face with another wan smile. It's a practised look, a mask, a veil between me and his true self- the part that probably wants to kill me. So as his hand trails down my neck, fingers lightly tracing the throbbing of my heart, lingering and deliberate, I find myself looking for the part of him that's missing.
