Scarlett
I was momentarily stunned as I realised that my Blue Eyes was here. Tina was wrong. He was alive. And… he was here to.. hurt me. But I didn’t get too much time to reflect on all of that as suddenly my hand was gripped in an iron clad hold, making me whimper in pain. I turned to look at Alex, whose head was bent down but I could see the tension in his jaw and the way his scar was standing out pale against his cheek, as he wrapped a white handkerchief around my palm, cursing all the while.
“It’s okay.” I said, but he wasn’t listening. “I am fine, Alex, really…” My words trailed off as he looked up and I met his dark green eyes, they were so dark that they looked almost black.
He held up my hand, his white handkerchief— which was still shocking that he carried one with him, was q
