Scarlett's POV
Previously:
Veronica wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing anyways. Still, I glanced behind me just to make sure. I wasn't surprised to find her still talking with her co-workers. I rolled my eyes as I placed my hand on the door handle. The pained whimpers were louder now that I was right outside the door.
Without thinking, I swung the door open.
And froze at what I saw.
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A man stood hunched over a girl, his back facing me with his hand hanging midair. The girl had curly blonde hair that fell in ringlets around her tear-stained face. The only sounds she made were the small whimpers I had heard before, but they were quickly silenced when she saw me burst in.
"Stop!" I exclaimed without thinking, flashing over to the girl's side and pulling her behind me. The tall man angrily whipped around to face me. He had dark hair shaved close to his scalp and a strong jawline. His eyes were on fire as he stared me down.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The man growled. I wouldn't have been surprised if steam began coming out of his ears.
"You were hurting her," I repeated, much more calmly this time. I knew he couldn't hurt me. Not if he valued his life. Before I could realize what was happening, my head snapped to the right. It took me a moment to register the burning sensation on my cheek.
"You little bitch, do you know who I am?" he snarled. I glared right back up at him, holding my stinging cheek in my hand.
"Do you know who I am? You just called King Harry's claim a bitch," I hissed back. Yes, I was going to play that card. However, the man just laughed as he blatantly looked me up and down.
"Yeah, right! Maybe you're the one I need to be teaching a lesson to, instead of this whiny bitch." He barked out a harsh laugh as he glanced at the blonde girl, taking a step closer to me. My heart pounded, my confidence slipping like sand through my fingertips. Suddenly, I felt myself wishing Harry was there. Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door slammed open.
But it was only Veronica.
"Scarlett! What on Earth are you doing—?" She froze when she caught sight of the scene before her: an angry man, me holding my cheek, and a scared human standing behind me. Veronica narrowed her eyes at the man.
"You hit her, didn't you?" She didn't give him time to respond before she continued, "That is King Harry's claim! Do you realize that you've just signed your own death certificate? Harry will kill you—he'll kill me." Veronica shook her head, viciously trying to run her hands through her hair, only to realize it was up.
"I'm going to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up," I announced, grabbing ahold of the human girl's wrist and dragging her out of the room before anyone could think to object. I breathed out a hefty sigh of relief once the door had shut behind us. I shot a glance at the human as I began walking to where I remembered Veronica saying the bathrooms were.
The girl's face showed, if I didn't know any better, contempt, which was puzzling. She wiped her tears silently, not seeming at all bothered by what had just happened. When we reached the bathroom, it was her who dragged me inside, locking the door behind us. I blinked in shock as she hastily leaned over to check to make sure all of the stalls were empty before turning back to me. She took both of my arms in her hands before speaking up.
"Scarlett, we don't have much time. My name is Emily; I'm with the Rebellion. I've been instructed to inform you that the attack on the Palace, the real one, will be in two days," Emily breathed out gravely.
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