Scarlett
“Believe me, little scar, I’m letting you do things, that someone else would’ve died for much less…”
The intensity in his green eyes with which he said those words told me how much he meant them. I swallowed and felt my heart squeezing with the tender feelings I have for him. Leaning down I placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Then why I'm not dead?”
He went still beneath me, every muscle tensed and his eyes cooled considerably as he answered, “I often question that to myself… And you know what I've realised?” I couldn't bring forth my voice to answer him so I settled on shaking my head. “I have realised that even though I hate what you did, I couldn’t see the world without you in it.” Those were the same words I had thought not long ago, my heart rattled in its cage. His tied han
