Twelve
“Hey there, sleepy head,” Arlaric called from the front seat of his car.
Scarlet groaned, sat up and peered out of the window. “How long have I been out for?” Foggy memories splintered back into her mind. She felt beyond embarrassed that she had been caught off guard like that. “Where are you taking me?”
Alaric remained silent, tired eyes steady on the road ahead.
“Agent!” Scarlet dangled her cuffed wrist in the air.
Wordlessly, he threw the keys over his shoulder, which landed perfectly in her lap.
Holy crap, had she really fondled his lips? Her cheeks seared her namesake when the humiliating moments flashed before her eyes. Then she remembered how scared she’d felt flying down those stairs, hardly able to see the floor when the medication took over, throwing her off balance
