My heart thumps lightly in my chest as Roman stares at me but I keep my eyes mellow and I try not to look at him. Roman’s questioning tone comes at me a moment later,“Scarlett.”He has this special power of simply mentioning my name and getting his message across. I finally look at him, hesitantly, reluctantly, and I smile sheepishly, “What?”“You know what.”I pause for a while, the urge to spill all my secrets pooling in my guts but instead, I give a light smile.Roman’s gaze is still stern, and while I could always pull the “trust me” card on him this time, I feel he’s going to keep on thinking about it even after I ask him to excuse us, and while I don’t know if he remembers Myrtle’s prediction to the last letter, I really don’t want to risk making him feel insecure, like his scarlet eyes are a bigger deal than he thinks they are. That would just be catastrophic, so I relent with a small sigh.“I asked Myrtle to come over, not because I have anything bad I think is going to happ
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