Scarlett
That night again ghost was absent. And I was furious enough with a certain Greek God that I wasn't so much as affected by the Ghost’s absence as much as I was with the way the ice block had treated me. From the moment he had come into my life, he had altered me. He had changed everything. My principles. My objectives. My purpose. Even my thoughts weren't mine now. They were filled with him.
He had saved me. I had seen a side of him that I was sure he rarely showed to everyone. He had let me see the darkness in him when I had followed him into that run down garage, watched him kill someone for the second time in cold blood. And again it was only to save someone, to doll out his own form of justice. And me, I had no problem with it. I don't know what it says about me, but I was to
