*Scarlett*
I have no idea how Joker will do as he promised, how he will find me. The garden is massive. And dark. So very dark away from the torches that burn along the path. But I don’t want to remain in the light and risk being seen sneaking about among the lush greenery.
Just when I think I’m on a fool’s errand, I become aware of a presence stepping out of the shadows at my back. I recognize the fragrance, the faint lemony-orange scent that is his, the one I have been searching for, the one I have wanted to find.
Without saying a word, he places his hand, fingers splayed, on the small of my back and directs me toward thicker bushes. We carry on in silence for several minutes. I hadn’t known that various shades of darkness existed, but the farther we walk, the more inky the shadows be
