❝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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DECLAN ALL BUT had to physically place me in the passenger seat of his car. While I insisted I was capable of driving myself to the hospital, he shut me down completely. He even went as far as to grab my keys out of my hands and give them to Isobel, demanding she close the door on us and lock it behind her.
The twenty minute drive to the hospital felt a million times longer than the drive home from the dance. Declan had barely managed to pull the car into a parking space before I was out the door and rushing into the hospital.
I knew the place like the back of my hand now, so I was quick to find my way to the intensive care unit, where Isobel had quickly told me they would be. I knew I was in the right place when I saw my father hunched over in a chair in one of the waiting rooms.
"Daddy?" I choked out from the doorway, unable to bring myself to cross the threshold.
His head snapped up at the sound of my voice. "Oh, Scarlett," he sighed as he got to his feet. My father quickly made his way over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. "You came."
"Of course I came," I snapped as I pulled free of his arms. "Why didn't you call me?!"
My father's brow furrowed in confusion. His hands rested on my bulky shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly like he used to do before I could so easily hug him. "I did sweetheart. I called you at least a dozen times, but you didn't answer me."
I had left my cellphone in Declan's car, too distraught to remember to grab it before I took off. But on the drive to the hospital, I had checked it to see if I had any missed calls or messages. I did, dozens in fact, but they were all from my friends and Noah. Not a single message was from my dad.
"No. You didn't," I insisted.
I felt a figure hovering behind me in the doorway, towering over me like a skyscraper, and I relaxed just a bit. "Scarlett," Declan murmured. "You got a new phone, remember?"
