Third person
Scarlet paced her study, feeling a buzz like electricity in her veins, a state of constant panic that over the past few days had come to feel like home.
Donovan had known that she didn’t have much time. That once the trial was over, she would no longer be available for their trade. Tomorrow morning, that would happen. She would be found guilty and she would be…
She preferred not to even let her thoughts go there.
The sky began to change as the sun slipped down toward the horizon, darkening into the vibrant orange and pink hues of sunset. Scarlet had shoved the curtains all the way open and was looking out the window while she paced, no longer even trying to stop herself from clenching her jaw. She balled and unballed her fists compulsively, feeling her sharp fingernail
