Scarlett
My blood turned to ice in my veins. Dickson’s grip tightened around my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.
“Did you really think you could hide from me forever?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper that carried more menace than any shout. “That you could just walk away from what’s mine?”
I tried to yank my arm free, but his grip was like iron. “I’m not yours,” I spat, summoning every ounce of contempt I could muster. “I was never yours.”
His laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth. “Look at you, playing human in this pathetic little town. Running a coffee shop, training with that broken excuse for a warrior.” His eyes glinted dangerously. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about him?”
My heart skipped a beat. Peter. How long had Dickson been watching me?
“You’ve
