SCARLET’S POV
I continued to stare at her. Now I don’t know what to say to her to make her understand that I don’t hate her but would rather prefer she stayed away from me.
I have explained to her severally, using all the available tactics at my disposal. I had acted friendly, hostile, cruel, and even helpless just to make her maintain her distance. But then she was determined to pester my life.
“Should I come in?” she requested.
Her disposition was just like a little child asking for the little piece of snacks that had been dragged away from her.
I am just returning from my short walk outside the Packhouse. And I was with Lara and Kendra. I also have with me Rich and Landon as my guards. The short walk is a little afternoon walk that I try to take once every week.
But then, I don’t
