Scarlet
The next day dawned colder than usual, the pale gray clouds hanging low, threatening rain rare for our town. The chill seeped into my bones as I made my way through the crowded halls of my high school my arms wrapped tightly around my textbooks, shoulders hunched as if bracing for impact.
I hadn’t slept.
The confrontation with Damien and the warning that followed through replayed in my head on an endless loop, his voice, his expression, the way his eyes—those damn piercing, midnight eyes—had softened.
I can’t explain.
The words lingered, stirring up feelings I didn’t want to acknowledge.
It didn’t make sense.
He’d been cruel for so long. Years of torment. Years of making me feel small and invisible.
And now he was… what? Protecting me? Watching me from a distance? This does
