Chapter 52
- Scarlet sat curled in the corner of Peter’s living room couch, a blanket draped over her legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she nursed a mug of tea, eyes darting to Peter as he paced the room.
- She looked up. “Do you regret helping me?”
- He turned to her, his jaw tight. “No. But I regret ever working for that monster in the first place. Don Marco—he never lets anything go.”