053 | JUST US AGAIN

Scarlett’s POV

I held Enzo’s hand so tight it had to be hurting him, but he didn’t complain. I drifted out into the hall in a weird, dream-like state, waves of joy battering me on one side and a swirling whirlpool of guilt trying to drown me on the other.

Marla was waiting outside. I stopped dead at the sight of her. Seeing Enzo again was one thing, but my old friend? She didn’t have a mate bond making what I’d done seem less heinous. She would be able to see me clearly, short hair and nose ring and oh, yeah, a little bit of murder and all.

But her warm face broke into a broad grin when she saw me. “Scar!” she chirped, and then a second later I was wrapped in her strong arms. Dark curls of hair curtained my vision. “It’s really you. Thank God.”

“It’s me,” I muttered, half frozen in shock. She must’ve been with Enzo in that alleyway, right? She had to know. So why was she hugging me?

“Marls,” Enzo tutted, “give her some room to breathe.”

“Sorry.” She ducked away, twiddling the end of