Scarlett
Zane follows me toward the mansion, trailing at just the right distance to be annoying but not enough for me to yell at him. At one point, he casually offers me something from his pocket. It is wrapped in a little wax paper.
“Energy bar,” he says, and I take it since I’m hungry.
My hands are still trembling from the rogue attack while I eat it. The only thing keeping me upright is sheer, pissed-off momentum. Rhodes told me to clean his room, and gods forbid I delay that royal request.
“Can’t believe he let you walk off like that,” Zane says conversationally. “Most males would’ve dragged you back to their cave by your hair after a scare like that.”
I snort. “Scare like that? Please, Rhodes doesn’t care about me.”
“Could have fooled me,” he laughs. “The man came out to save y
