Rhodes
Five days after we left the maze and my life is...complicated.
Scarlett walks into my bedroom with her crutch tucked under one arm, favoring the leg that still hasn’t healed right. The scar down her shin looks worse in the candlelight, but she doesn’t complain about her bruises. She never does. That part of her is steel. Too much like me.
And I hate that I admire it. That I catch myself watching her whenever she looks away. Wanting to shake her and kiss her in the same breath. She shouldn’t get to crawl under my skin like this. But she does.
Fucking hell. This isn’t good. I should’ve made her stay in the guest wing. Should’ve drawn a line since she is supposedly my maid.
But she started sleeping in my bedroom after the maze. And I let her. Every single night.
The sound of her
