❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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IT WASN'T UNTIL I felt a warm hand shaking my shoulder that my eyes finally fluttered open.
I was met by familiar eyes and a soft, worried smile. My lips tugged down into a small frown as I blinked away the sleep from my eyes. "What's wrong?" I croaked, my throat dry.
Noah still had me tucked up against him, both his arms wrapped securely around me. I didn't know how long we had been like that while I slept, but at some point in time I had managed to crawl into his lap.
"Well," he started and his eyes flicked up over my head. When he didn't continue right away, I followed his gaze to see what was holding his attention.
There, leaning up against the closed bedroom door, was Meghan.
As a blush crept up my neck, I scrambled off of Noah's lap and onto the floor beside him. As he let his arms fall from around my waist, a pang of sadness rung through my chest. "Meghan," I gasped quietly.
From her spot by the door, I could tell she was analyzing the situation she had walked in on. Admittedly, it looked bad. I mean, there I was in my crumpled dress and tear-streaked makeup, curled up in Noah Kennedy's lap on the floor of Aurora's guest bedroom.
I couldn't blame her if she was drawing the obvious conclusions. I sure would have.
"I didn't-- it's not-- I just--"
Meghan held up a hand towards me and my rambling ceased. She looked at me for a moment longer, before her gaze shifted to Noah, who appeared more solemn than I had ever witnessed, and her expression hardened. "What the hell did you do to her, Kennedy?"
Noah visibly flinched at Meghan's harsh words before pulling himself up off of the floor. "I know you hate me, Meghan, and you have every right to. But I swear, I did nothing wrong."
Meghan scoffed. "Like I'd believe a word out of your mouth. Just look at her!"
And he did. His expression faltered as he took the time to see what Meghan was seeing, looking down at me, still huddled on the floor. "Dammit," he muttered, more to himself than either of us. He looked back at Meghan, careful to keep his voice low. "I could never hurt Scarlett. I may be a royal fuck-up, but there are some lines even I couldn't cross."
