The smile started at the corners of her eyes and spread inward.
"Scary?"
Then there was a small peal of laughter, light. Almost girlish. Phaedra didn't really believe he was scared of her. At all. She shook her head. "I don't think you're afraid of me. Not really. I don't think you trust me," she said, arching a brow, "But you're not afraid."