Scarlet

Rob

Chapter 2 Robs POV 

.I smile when I see Scar enter the room and sit down next to me. Shes my shadow, my life saver, my best friend, my partner in crime. All in all, my reason to live and she keeps me alive. Literally. Though I doubt that I would tell her that. Fuck that, I wouldn't tell her that.

   I'm turning all mushy, but I can't really help it. The way I feel about her makes my heart feel so full, she both completes and destroys me. Like when her silvery eyes meet mine on a rare occasion, mysterious, yet quick to show certain feelings-like love, hate, fear, happiness, triumph.

  She tells me that she has info but will tell when everyone gets here, I just take her hand, happy when she doesn't pull away or glare. She just kind of smiles. The door opens.

  We glance up, ready to run but not dropping hands. Her other hand grabs a dagger, and my hand moved to my sword handle. When we see it's just Godfrey and Much, we relax. Scar holsters her knife and I take my hand off my sword hilt.

  We sit back down, but our hands, still together, drop under the table where no one can see them. Most of all John. Which was damn good timing, considering John just walked in. His eyes jump to us, but he don't know shit and it needs to stay that way. What he doesn't know, in this case, won't hurt him

   Much sits next to Scars other side, and Godfrey sat next to Much. Since we were running out of room on the bench, I move over, as does Scar, Much, and Godfrey, making room for John and Dave. Dave hurries in right behind John, and he sits down. I look over at Scar, and say

  "Scar, you said you had info. What did you hear?"
   I ask her. I saw her eyes flash with an emotion I can't place, and her grip on my hand tightened, as she slid a fraction of an inch closer to me.

  "I don't have good news. It's depressing, but it's important."

. She took a deep breath, then said

  "Nottingham is bringing a thief taker in town."

I groaned, and asked "Who is it?"

"Guy of Gisbourne. He always gets what he wants. Always."

  Everyone groans but Scar, who just looks normal, her eyes, normally guarded, but especially blank, her jaw clenched, and her hand hovers by a dagger hilt nervously. I can tell she's hiding something. I'll try and get it out of her later. Much asks

"Anything else?"

   "No, that's it." Scar answers.

  I yawn and say "Lets head back to camp."
With that, we all get up one by one and creep out into the night, to get back to what we call home.