Scarlett's Pov
I kept staring at Sebastian, my mind spinning as I tried to process what he had just said. Was he really hinting at what I thought he was?
“Scarlett?” he said, his tone lightly teasing. “Are you going to say something, or are you just going to keep looking at me like that? Why do you even look so shocked?”
I let out a dry scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “So, if I tell you that I’d rather be a widow, does that mean you actually plan on killing Richard?”
Sebastian shrugged, as if the thought was the most natural thing in the world. “Why not?” he said, utterly nonchalant. “I’d be doing you—and the world—a favor.”
I chuckled. “As much as I appreciate your sudden urge to come to my defense, Sinclair,” I said, shaking my head. “Richard is my problem, and I’m going to
