SLOANE

“Wait, let me get this straight. You’re willing to assist me with running away?” I raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion.

Scarlett bobbed her head.

“Yes, that was what I said. So tell me, what’s your answer?” She asked, anticipating, and I could swear I caught a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

“What makes you think I want to run away? Or that I need your help?” I stared at her in astonishment, not even knowing where to begin from.

Scarlett doesn’t just do ...