"Scarlett! Stop!" Logan bellowed, running behind her. But she heeds no attention to his pleads and ran wherever her feet led her.
But Logan was fast. He stopped her, making her hiss. She tried to push past him, but he stood there like a stone.
"Leave me, Logan," she said with a sullen face.
"Go to your room, and we can talk later. Or we can talk now." Logan insinuated.
"I want to be alone." Scarlett hissed.
"It is not possible, princess. You know that." Logan rasped.
"Why? You are not honest about your life. So why do you expect me to pour my heart in front of you every time?" Scarlett complained, scoffing a bit.
"I had a very long life, princess. What do you expect me to tell? Frost is my past. Don't tell me you are jealous!" Logan scoffed, throwing his hand in the air.
Scarlett
